Last weekend at the Hilly Hundred in Southern Indiana I stopped to help a stranger with a mechanical and the rest of my group got ahead. After a few miles I found that they had decided to take a break under a shady tree to wait for me.

Good news - it was a persimmon tree and we all had a tasty roadside snack.

Bad news - because they hadn't realized it was a persimmon tree until AFTER they sat down, everyone (but me) had 'persimmon butt' from sitting on the fallen fruit hidden under the leaf litter. White jerseys weren't any more and we all had to pick persimmon goo out of our cleats before we could get underway again.