Yesterday, I plotted a 100-mile course that followed the area rivers. Wasn’t sure I’d do it, and since I wasn’t feeling well this morning, I got the message to the two others with whom I was planning to ride that I couldn’t make it. They set out at 7, and I stayed home…until about 8 I started to feel up for it. I calculated the best point of intercept and gave it a shot, setting out at about 8:30.
When I got to the spot I thought they might be passing (the south side of a bridge near Humphreys), I pulled over and called.
“Where are you?”
“We’re at the bridge by Humphreys.”
“South side?”
“No. North side.”
They were doing the ride counter-clockwise and I thought they’d be doing it clockwise.
I crossed back over the bridge, met them, and finished the ride with them. They ended up at 103 miles. I ended up at 78.8.
It was a good ride.