Went out yesterday (Memorial Day) with 3 friends from work (Red Fred, whose bike is a red Giant and he is a fred; Spinning Bob, aka Sissy Boy or just SB for short; and MTB Mark, who rides MTB's all the time but occasionally decides to show us how his skillz translate on a roadie). We started out at the Red Fred's house in the city and did a little urban riding. Heading out of town toward the local YMCA, Red Fred's chain dropped, so we all pulled to the sidewalk for a short mechanical. Once taking back off, Spinning Bob decided to play the part of Niagara and Fall - you know, one of those 0 mph tumbles that everyone but me (insert your name here) has had. After checking that Spinning Bob was OK (except for that bruised ego), we headed for the start of the first rural portion of the ride. Some nice back roads heading out to one of the straightest and flattest sections of the ride. We headed on into the "downtown" of the next town. We blink and zoom on through it heading toward the next county over, which we briefly venture into. On this back road we come up on a doe and her recently born fawn. They decided they wanted nothing to do with us so ran out of the road.
Next we came up on asphalt hell. The hills totally sucked! Stupid hills... and me suffering from gravity poisoning... so we huff and we puff and get to the top... and stop for a power bar. After getting some weird stares from some passersby, we head on back toward the city. We hit Main Street and end up making most every light. During this stretch, we lost two of our number (Spinning Bob and MTB Mark). I look back and see two cyclists, so I tell Red Fred to go ahead and hit it. We do and shortly I hear MTB Mark yell, "We lost one but picked up another!". Sure enough, Spinning Bob got caught at a light and we picked up an occasional riding buddy (we'll call him Mr. Fixie, for obvious reasons). We find that Mr. Fixie is taking a different route and has just started. We're about 30 miles into our ride at this point. We say ur farewells when he turns off and then we pull over to wait on Spinning Bob. He comes up fairly soon. We get out of the city and then get rural again. At this point we are riding among cows, horses and goats and we run into another cycling work buddy going the opposite direction. We stop to chat and then head on. We then decided to ride a "Rails to Trails" path that is only about 2.5 miles long, but it takes us back into the city without getting back in the traffic lights. MTB Mark and I are just inside the entry of the path when I yell out to Red Fred to watch for glass at the entrance. He was oblivious to where we were and went right past us. As he was turning around and causing a traffic jam, Spinning Bob follows him. We finally regroup and head down this path. It is quite flat and shaded. Really nice. MTB Mark and I decide to just lay down some rubber (yeah...) and it felt good. Then we started seeing the gang sign painted all on the path... then we had to dodge all the broken glass. That little bit of unpleasantness didn't ruin the path for us though. We regrouped at the end of the path and headed back out to Main Street and back to Red Fred's house, where we had grilled burgers. 46 miles total at a leisurely 15.7 mph average. Wonderful ride, but it reinforced that I need a new saddle that doesn't chew on my inner thighs... it'll hopefully be in Thursday.