I showed up at the bike shop. I thought there was supposed to be an "A" and "B" ride. If there was a "B" ride, I missed it.

I hung on the back fairly well for seven or so miles. In fact, I was tapping my brakes a fair amount during that stretch.

Then suddenly--BAM!!--the peloton accelerated and attacked a hill. I missed the jump and was done for.

Stupid Road Nazis.

I went solo for four+ miles and then hooked up with one and then two out-of-shape Road Nazi droppees and rode with most of the rest of the way with company.

Oh well. It was a great evening to be out riding and I still averaged over 20 mph.