I'm writing the trip report about two weeks now after the ride actually took place. Today, Labor Day, I have family visiting from out of town. A nice gentle bike ride seemed to be the thing to do, so we rode about 6 miles along one of the local trails (The Schuylkill River Trail, [MENTION=186391]indyfabz[/MENTION] -- I know you like the local details!) to a cafe for brunch before turning around and heading home. The trail was busy, with pedestrians, dog-walkers, slow riders and folks with aerobars all enjoying the unofficial last day of summer together.

About three miles from home, an oncoming rider gave us the "go slow!" signal (hand off the bars, pushing down towards the ground repeatedly) several times as he went past. We went around a curve and found a group of about 8 people clustered around someone with a bike that wouldn't be going much of anywhere else today. As we were seeing what kind of condition he and his bike were in, he mentioned that he lived in Phoenixville, about 15 miles away on the trail.

"I only live about 3 miles from here -- if you can wait a bit, I'll get the car and the bike rack."

Phil was the one who actually brought the car around. He's a faster rider than I am, and I stayed with the rider, making our way (with his riding buddy) to the trailhead, where Phil met us with the car. I gave the rider and his buddy a lift home, while Phil rode back to our house with our out-of-town family.