Hi,

Well, a few of us braved the ferocious winds on GRR. Actually, past the intersection of GRR and East Fork there was one very windy spot and that was it.

I got to the lodge after the young man (didn't get his name) who was riding the yellow Seven. Shortly after, Pete (non BF'er), Big John, Vertical Bob, Laura, Travis, Eric, Lee, and others started trickling in. The lovely Gina drove up performing her SAG duties admirably and told us that most of the others had decided to turn around at the GRR and East Fork intersection.

It turns out that Shai was waiting at Cow Saddle to take pictures of the others as they arrived but alas, poor Shai waited in vain.

We had lunch at the lodge and my fellow cyclists rid me of those dangerous french fries that I didn't want, but the waitress made me get since my sandwich came with them.

Travis, Pete, Eric, and Shai decided to go straight down Baldy Road while Big John, Vertical Bob, Laura, Lee, and I decided to brave the wind and rocks on GRR. Lee flatted when he hit one of those rocks but that was our only casualty. The winds -- what winds? BTW, we stopped at the top of the hill just west of the GRR and East Fork intersection and we could see Catalina and the ships off the coast near my beloved Long Beach -- very cool.

On the way back, Bob figured out a way around the torn up road on Sierra Madre that "only" required a short off road section and one bike carry.

Ended up with about 60 miles and 6,000 ft of fun with my BF compatriots.

Oh, I almost forgot. At one point ME told me she was hot, but since I'm married I couldn't quite figure out what to say in response.