When you finish biking by 9:30AM, time on hands, might as well go home and clean toilets... Right.
After 30 miles of headwind, widdled down to group of 4. A Silver and Revolution appeared from behind. We were in for a roadie tactics. Roadie tactics? Yag. Only tactics I admire are those of a German named Jens. Like a farm dog on the loose, just go. So I did. That headwind turned to tail, and the roadie game was neutralized. Held off that group for 10 miles. Pleased.
Saturday wrap up, talk of couple lead pack types getting lost... Hmmmm.
Tomorrow. No idea what cards I'll have to play, probly a couple jokers. They count in the game called Old Maid.
Random- Looking forward to getting snared in the traps the Goons are working on (nothing to do with roadie/ gravel roadie). Fatbikes still don't count til it's motoroboat time.