Dana dragged me out for the Wednesday loop in Rednexington last night. This is my 2nd time doing the ride and it’s always pretty low-key for the first half yet when we turn onto highway 1, everything gets kind of fuzzy, like a mortar attack scene from “Black Hawk Down”. Sweat, blood, out of control heart rate, mild bowel discomfort, a longing for vaudeville, etc. With Dana in tow, I assumed we’d take it easy but Dana is both smart and short. She’s smart enough not to pull and short enough to assume a Cavendishial posture and keep herself out of the wind.  I thought I’d lose her on one of the rollers but she was able to hang on with the 7 or 8 other miserable wheel suckers. Joking! You guys were great and I love each one of you like the son I never had or if I did, misplaced in a dense forest in Appalachia. Oh the wild children of Appalachia, how you enrich our lives! I was rocking a pair of the sample Michelin Pro 4s (TIRE7170) for the duration of the ride and they handled themselves with aplomb. So smooth, so grippy, so wonderful! Thanks Chuck!

I told this guy to “act like nobody’s taking your photo” and he proceeded to pantomime a vulgar action. Well done sir! Taken from the Dennis Burg playbook!

Look closely. You can see my cycling friend Vince in all black. He’s right there hanging out in the back, like the grim specter of Death! Oh, and Dana’s standing there too.

Here’s Dana chasing us back to the group after I allowed us to get dropped fiddling with the camera. I made her chase us back on and also turn around to pick up my camera’s tripod.