It all started about 14 months ago, over coffee, a suggestion was made for a ride. Not just a ride day, or even a weekender, but a real ride. A destination was suggested and the maps came out, a route was planned and leave passes obtained.
The waiting commenced.
The group grew, some dropped out others joined.
I wasn’t happy with the route, I had ridden those roads before. There was another road that ran more or less parallel so I suggested a change, a less travelled road, with interesting things to see. More of a challenge, a road with history, and one with views that I had not seen.
My suggestion was met with scorn, not even given due thought. I even offered to help them fit knobbies, but was told it was not to be.
So I told them I would meet them at the Rock and save me a drink.
The rain caught me just over the Slide, hail, before I got to Yea, I sipped a coffee and watched the weather map on my phone. I wondered if it was too early to get a room. I pushed on, through the freezing showers, heading north and warmer places, I hoped.
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