Knocked out a quick ten miles this PM before the weather turned too foul and I called it a day. While riding down some residential streets, I came upon a gaggle (chose that word on purpose) of joggers plodding along three and four abreast taking up the whole lane. I saw a few bikers pass them on a straight portion but I had to fall behind and into a very low gear to get around a curve so I could see oncoming traffic. They never even made an effort to stop playing in the street. In my mirror I even saw them fail to yield to auto traffic. Where are blind little old lady drivers when you need one?