There Is a Road That Meets the Road That Goes to My House
Made it back from Columbus in time to go in to work a little and still get to the club ride. For once, no rain on Thursday! It was a speedy, sweaty affair. I didn't get dropped and didn't come in last--really my only goal is to finish with the main group, if there are some crazy guys that want to go off in a sprint in the last few miles we usually let them. I certainly do.

Here, in the middle of the ride, a group attempts to take off, taking our current speed from somewhere around 25 to up around 30. They didn't get away. Usually at some point a group tries to jump off the front. That's a guy named Germano in red. He's cool, even with his habit of saying rude, obscene things whenever he gets the chance. There's often a few girls on the ride and they usually hand our asses back to us, so maybe the sexism isn't testosterone, it's just shame.