Saturday was a splendid day for cycling: cool but not cold at the start, around 52 and sunny, rising to almost 70 by the time the ride finished at 3 pm. Breezy but not horribly windy, and although the forecast was for cloudy skies, it was bright and sunny most of the day, the clouds finally rolling in as we were on the home stretch on Bumpy Oak Road.
The group consisted of members Jan Tucker, Larry Greene, Mike Bivens, Linda Bankerd, Michelle Williams, Jane and Jim Hudnall, Lou Dall'Orso and, joining us at Johnny Boy's in La Plata, Charles Sidwell. Also in the group were Guests Michele Coleman, Lyle Cromwell, Bernard Jones and Cynthia and Rene Smith.
Normally, there isn't much drama on one of my rides: no attacks, breakaways or aggression; and surprises generally come from scenic views and riding seldom-used roads in unexpected directions. There was a bit of that today, to be sure: Locust Grove, Cooksey, Newport Church and Pope's Creek all in the "wrong" direction, but there was genuine drama as well. It started before the second mile. Jan had a flat tire, one of those mystery flats with no obvious hole in the tube, and Michelle fell (lesson learned: don't try to adjust your computer pickup when the bike's in motion).
We regrouped at the self-storage and went on, hoping we'd had our quota of mishaps, and for a long time that was true. By the rest stop at Cooksey's store at mile 33, it became clear that Michelle had injured her knee in the fall, and she abandoned the ride, and three of the guest riders decided they wanted to cut the ride short in order to attend a youth football game and stayed on 6 heading for La Plata, while the main body headed down Kentucky and Bowling for a big loop along Allen's Fresh and Pope's Creek.
After the climb up from Capt' Billy's (it's a good thing we know for a fact there are no hills in Southern Maryland, because other wise we might well have mistaken that little rise for one) we regrouped at the Red Top Liquor store at Faulkner on 301.
When we got to St. Ignatius, more drama. Lou forgot we were turning into the church driveway for a rest stop, but the rider to his right didn't; he turned and Lou went down and stayed down for a while. In the end, not much damage done: torn tights, fresh blacktop marks all over the back of that yellow Century jersey (and forget about that collar, it's finished) and a few small scrapes, and although the helmet got a hard clonk, it seems to have done it's job.
As we left St. Ignatius, one of the guests who'd taken the La Plata shortcut joined us at the cemetery, and we learned that one of the shortcut riders' rear derailleur had overshifted into the spokes in his back wheel while climbing a hill, which locked up and twisted and pretzeled the derailleur.
6 hrs total time, and an AMS of 14.2.