It must have been the warmer weather and lighter winds this morning. Right from the start, Rob and a couple others were rolling along faster than usual, and when other riders would meet us, the group was reluctant to slow down very much. By the time we were half-way out it was already starting to feel like a race, and the occasional surges by Howard and Todd were taking their toll. Donald, clearly unhappy with the Giro-esque mentality was in gap-opening mode, letting big gaps open in front of him in hopes that the lead group would wear themselves out. I bridged across a couple of times, and the last time the split stuck. It was the first time in a long time that it felt almost like a race. The group was feeding on itself and there were a lot of clearly premature attacks, the perpetrators of which, I knew would have to pay up before the end of the ride. For my own part, I was skipping pulls here and there when the pace would get too high.
The return trip was mostly more of the same and for the first time since Katrina I was back home at the "usual" time. I have to admit, however, I was pretty tired by the time I got to work this morning. Fortunately, it's pretty quiet around here for now.
So we decided to have a little get-together this Friday night at the house. As usual, we are totally unprepared, but we'll pull something together at the last minute. Everyone reading this is invited! 6:30 pm, Friday, 81 Neron. Should be fun.
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