What a strange morning.
I'm notoriously bad at anything related to calendars, and a slow starter in the morning. Got up, checked the ride schedule to see was this the week I'm not leading Tues & Thurs rides [thinking of Mike & Regina leading 8/21, Mike & Sonja on 8/23] and see Mike is leading, so not my turn today. Good, now I have some time to deal with the bike issue.
I have two bikes deadlined with cracked rear rims, and one I just finished prepping for a trip this weekend to Lancaster PA. Weather report shows a 30% chance of T-storms, so that means a bike with fenders, and there's only one available. It's on a rack in the furnace room.
I take that bike off the rack and the falls on me. As it comes down, a bike hook and a small rack of some sort come down also, the rack hitting my glasses. A lens is scratched, but no big deal, they're ten buck CVS readers, not the thousand dollar a pair bifocals I used to wear, and no clunk on the head.
I fix the rack and the phone rings. It's an anonymous caller (bless you, whoever you are!) asking if I'm canceling the ride today. Surprised, I tell him I'm not leading, it's Mike's call and he hasn't posted an email; and he tells me the ride schedule says I'm leading.
I come upstairs and check online, and there it is: I'm leading the B, Mike Bivens is leading the A version. Wrong week, wrong Mike. And out the window, it's pouring down rain! No wonder he's asking if I'm canceling.
The forecast still says clear with a low chance of T-storms mid-morning, radar projection shows the rain clearing, so I send the email, the ride is on. But it's raining all the way down to Bryans Road.
The rain stops by 8:30, and by 9 it's clear. Only a few riders come down, almost all for Mike's A ride. Jim Hudnall and Larry Peed come with me -- mostly, I think, because Jim wants to talk to the rangers at Smallwood Park, and that's where this ride is going. (It's certainly not because they're not A riders; these days all but a handful of the mid-week regulars are pushing an A pace.)
So as we ride down to Indian Head it gets clearer, and by the time we get to Smallwood Park the sky is clear and blue, the sun is out and it's a beautiful day. We're not setting any speed records, though. In fact, I'm barely averaging 12.5. As we're approaching the Pisgah store Larry ask me if I'm aware my back wheel is in crooked.
Normally that's not possible, but this frame has horizontal dropouts; and when I check at the store, it's definitely in at an angle - not quite rubbing the chainstay, but crooked for sure. It's funny how much faster I go for the same amount of effort once the wheel's in straight!
So, just over 38 miles, a pretty ride on what turned out to be a lovely day, but an epic failure to meet minimum standards.