Ely, visiting from D.C., found the ride on the Cycling Club web site so his mother brought him to the parking lot and hung around until we shoved off. Always glad to see new people, even temporarily. You never know who will become the next favorite whipping boy or girl of the blog. So many reputations I have enhanced.
The H&H gang gathers as part of tonight's rain threat reduced contingent of 16.
Rick in white, Donnie, Peggy, Michael and Ely. Weather radar suggested the rain was going to skirt us to the west so out we went. I was unnerved by Marty's absence, a bellwether if ever there was one. He probably has forecasting tools at his disposal that exceed our smart phones so him not being there was a bad sign.
Way back in 1939, the world was introduced to Dorothy and her ruby slippers. As a demonstration of how oblivious I am to most things, it wasn't until we hit the final New Albany stop light that I noticed Kristie was wearing footwear that....
...rivaled what Dorothy wore. Dang, those are pretty sweet. Dirty Dan and I began talking about the shoes and he offered that following the theme of the "Wizard of Oz", I could be likened to....
....the Wizard. I could read his mind, a fraud, hiding behind a curtain of the internet. Yep, that is probably exactly what Dan was thinking. Dan also called into question Marty's assertion that I rode well on Saturday. Riding with Dan is certainly an uplifting experience for me. Arriving in Alexandria, I bugged out of the group and soloed back. Just didn't feel like riding and seeing a tunnel of clear sky to the west, decided to take advantage of it. Oh, and....
...so it begins, turning the round things into triangular things. Lots of round things in need of splitting.