Here's what happened yesterday. I was the official "ride leader" for a ride with Bicycle Gold Coast around a section of the Tweed Valley. It was only about 80km or so, no problem for someone who's comfortable riding 180km+. All seemed to be going OK until this headwind came up just outside of Murwillumbah. Naturally, being me, I jumped to the front and decided I wanted a piece of it.
So I'm setting a comfortable pace at the front, when someone calls out to me "Chris, there's nobody with us!". Well, I was a little surprised, as I wasn't setting a cracking pace or anything, but lo and behold, she was right. So we waited.... and waited... and then it dawned on me, I'd zoned out in the wind, and missed a turn off!
So back we go toward Cane Road and the bridge over the Tweed River, and get back on the Tweed Valley Way. Here's a problem: we'd discussed the possibility of diverting to Cabarita Beach over coffee in Mur'bah, but not concluded anything. So I don't know whether they've gone there, or just straight to Kingscliff. So I explained the situation honestly to my companion: "Um, Claire, how do you feel about a ride to Cabarita?"
Well, after cresting the 5km climb up the Condong Range through the rainforest, it became clear to me that the others probably would have waited here had they gone this way. "Um, maybe they didn't come this way after all, we better go this way (Farrant's hill road)". Great, and I'm the one supposed to be "leading" the ride.
Well, eventually we all re-grouped in Kingscliff (where a couple of our regulars made comments like "Thanks for 'leading' the ride, Chris") and found our way back to Coolangatta as a bunch. The scary part is that I've voluteered to lead five rides on our next calendar (including a century and a couple of mountain climbs).