Back in the Groove

Far Out! Got in a groovy 20 mile spin yesterday evening and made it out to the 45-mi. levee ride this morning and am starting to feel like I'm back in the groove again. This morning's ride was rather fast - a small group of us held 26-27 all the way out to the turnaround and on the way back I rode alone chasing Donald for a few miles off the front at around 26 mph with my head down until I almost missed the turn-off where the bike path goes down the levee to bypass the chemical plant. Did a little Lance Armstrong thing down the grass on the levee to regain the path, but I lost so much momentum that I gave up the chase and waited for the rest to catch. There were a couple of guys off the front chasing me and Donald, so when they caught me I latched on with them. As we're getting back to Jefferson Parish I'm on the front and I notice a police car coming up the road to cross the levee. Not unusual, and there was time for us to make it across, so no worries. I heard him turn on his siren for a second and thought "nice of him to give us a little warning there." Then I look back and he's stopped the whole bunch behind me. Turned out that some woman walking on the levee with headphones on heard Donald yell at one of the guys in our group to "get the fuck over" as we passed her because he was still in her lane. She thought he was directing that expletive toward her and called the police. As they say, "No good deed goes unpunished." Geez! I mean this is America and we are well within our rights to tell anybody we want to get the fuck over if we want anyway, rignt? Danielle clues us in yesterday that she owes her share of the deposit on the house they're renting in Iowa City, which is like $600. Guess we'll be eating a lot of pasta and rice this month...