I was able to ride with our old/young/male/female/road/mountain/recumbent/hybrid/whatever-kinda-bike-you-got group for the first time this year (sorry Stap, no tandems in the group yet). Rode 38 miles with 1,519 feet of climbing. Double-digit !!#*#!! wind going out, and super cruise tail wind on the way back.
On the way out, I got into my first pace line (I think). Some of our folks get a little enthusiastic once in a while. Anyway, I was third in the line and stayed within a few inches No. 2's rear tire. I focused almost exclusively on his rear tire. I'm not sure if that is the right way to do it or not. If No. 1 had crashed, No. 2 and I and No. 4 would have been one big twisted pile of steel, aluminum, carbon, spandex, flesh, blood, bone and sinew. After we did that for a mile or so, we stopped an an intersection and waited for the crowd.
I set a new land speed record coming down the first hill on the return trip, 43.8 mph! Big ring, little cog, tail wind, pedaled about one third of the way down then tucked in tight. A little scary for an old fart like me, but it brought back a little of the excitement of the days of yore. Yes, intermittent visions of terminal road rash did flash through my consciousness on the way down the hill.
This wasn't a record length ride, but it was good to reconnect with the crew. The after-ride bull session is always a pleasure.
So, what's your weekend ride report???