I wanted to write this while it was still fresh in my mind, so I sit here while still wearing my bike shorts and shirt. I just went on a ride with the West Penn Wheelmen which I used to be a member back in the 90's. I saw they had a ride posted that started in my neighborhood (Washington & Greene Co., PA.) so I thought I would give it a try, I haven't riden with a group like that in a long time, but I thought it would be fun to give it a try. Well we started on a nice level stretch and then started into the hills, I knew I was in trouble when I had to get off going up a hill and walk a little before we were half way throught the ride. This was supposed to be a 50 mile ride, when I reached 30 I knew I was going to have to find the easiest way home and I told the ride leader I was going to break off. He insisted I wasn't holding them up, but I knew they were waiting on me at the top of every hill and at every intersection. I was embarassed to hold them up so much, some of the guys in the group were well into their 60's and this 50 year old Clyde could not keep up with them. I broke off the ride, got to the top of a hill and called my son to meet me in the closest little villiage and pick me up. I ended up riding a total of 36.4 hilly miles. This was the 1st hard ride I've done on my road bike since I got it this winter, I will tell you I missed the 3 rings on my hybrid bike. I think I will be able to handle the compact crank eventually, but on the 1st hard ride I was definatly missing a gear or 2. I have got to get some more riding under my belt to get in shape. Ugggghhhhhh ! I'm just venting my frustrations.