Broken record time (again) but with a dismal outcome. Once again we gathered around someone with a large screen phone, showing every storm cell in the Midwest converging on our ride route. Frequently, we have laughed in the face of the wet threat and in fact, missed the rain. Not so lucky this time, despite Jeff S's assurance one long and lean green blob was going to slide north of us. Low turnout, probably 22 cyclists, with Group Killer, Justin of Jeni's racing team (discovered Jeni's is an ice cream chain in central Ohio), Satan Mick, Jeff S. Mark V, Greg Hall and some dude on a recumbent, among others.