Is This a December Giro?

The fog wasn't too bad when I left home, but the closer I got to the lakefront, the thicker the fog became. I had worn my vest because I knew I'd be wet by the time I got out there, and I guess that today the only choice was between warm wet and cold wet. Warm was better. The Giro groups was somewhat small, thanks to the thick fog, and the pace remained moderate all the way out to the turnaround. Only a few people in the group had tail lights, and it was definitely a bit on the dangerous side today. I was kind of surprised when so many riders decided to continue and do a long ride out to Fort Pike. Personally, I was more than happy to turn around and head back, as my wet feet were already starting to get cold and the prospect of a 90 mile ride in this soup didn't seem too appealing to me. There were just a few of us heading back together, but soon Todd got on the front and between VJ and he, we were soon rolling along at 25-28 mph, which lasted until we hit the service road. Then, along Hayne, I accidentally rolled off the front when the pace slowed down, trying to avoid getting cold. Finally on my way home, the fog eased up as I headed away from the lakefront. It was kind of a miserable ride for me today, after which we headed up to Baton Rouge to visit The Wife's mother. That was pretty depressing.

Saturday night was a little party at Robin's place. It's always nice to see all of your riding friends wearing civilian clothes. Some of them clean up surprisingly well. The jambalaya was tasty, the wine (and champagne) were great, and the company was entertaining. Nonetheless, I was good and kept it down to four or six glasses of wine since I was planning on doing the Northshore ride on Sunday. I took some photos, too. 'Tis the Season!