Rick and Greg at the shed. Kudos to Greg on his own road to recovery.
Mark on his way back, passed me at mile marker 5 on Glendora, Ridge Road. A shout out and he turned around and paced me up the Reward Climb. The miles go much quicker when there is someone to fill in with stories.
The final climb up to GMR mile marker 7 done. Cross that off the list - no more climbs for the day. Then I saw the first set of riders pulled over fixing a flat near Newman's point.
Roseanne passed me about mile marker 8. A polite driver.
What caught my eye was Roseanne's parked car and four cyclists at the yellow box at the sweeping turn near the yellow box at GMR 9.2. Standing in the shade off the road, a cyclist fixed her flat tire, while another cyclist with a gaping rash on his hip and blood dripping down his knee and hand paced back and forth. I had large bandages, but the wounds were too large. Spray was requested.
Determining that everything was taken care of, I pedalled on. Stop at the first saddle enjoy the view. The heat rose as I descended. The breeze did not bring relief. The tar was still solid in the cracks. The third group of cyclists were stopped in a small sun baked patch of dirt fixing a flat tire.
This tortoise got home with tires in tact, while the rabbits were sidelined repairing tubes and bodies.
Saturday slow and steady got home first.