Humpday

 Nothing quite like female cyclists in cocktail dresses...

 While in theory, this may look very cool, in practice, it's a recipe for disaster, AND it shoots the warranty with SRAM (which everyone eventually uses) in the ass.  SRAM levers have a bad habit of breaking without the help of a cordless drill.  I hear carbon is a bitch to pick out of a wound as well...

Synchronized track riding?  Who knew?

Weird ride last night.  I felt pretty good, but the ride was disjointed, at best. 

There was yet another dumbassed/panic crash last night.  The line accordianed a bit, and people freaked out and nailed their brakes.  Fortunately, only one person went down...and it was the guy who decided to see if his new brakepads were effective.  Unfortunately, this guy, and his matching kit ride partner, have been right on the edge of causing a crash for the last two weeks...and not just on the WeCola ride.  They evidently made efforts to take down the Beer Ride on Friday too...
Stop riding over your heads people.  If you have to put your head down, stay in the back...please!
As Phil and Paul say, "it's safer in the front..."  About 8 of us were ahead of the chute, and to be honest, I never heard the telltale metal on ground grinding that comes with a road crash. 
We sat up for quite a while, but only a couple came across to us.  At the top of Glenn, the decision was made to keep going, so the pace picked back up.
Of course, on Glenn, a lesson on how to ride the correct pace was given by TVH.  It's all good, as the student of the lesson, who really likes to surge when he finds the front, got unceremoniously shelled out on 302. 
Good rolling paceline the rest of the way in.  We stopped to wait/chat in the parking lot, and a few trickled in.  Seeing as it was getting really dark, I rolled out to head for Service Course.  As soon as I hit Olympia, big, cold, stinging raindrops began to fall.  The pace of the rain picked up, the wind started, and it got DARK.  Nothing like doing a good, dry, 2 hour ride by winding it up with 15 minutes of driving rain. 
As seeing (or not in this case) that I was forced to take my glasses off, the journey through the 'hood was 40% sight, and 60% memory.  Big fun...

The Ridley is sitting in the backroom, filthy.  My shoes are still soaked.  Guess it's time to do work...

It's all downhill from here people.  The weekend is around the corner...