With the family schedule forcing an early rise today, I joined the D St congregation for the Sunday 8am ride. Unfortunately, it didn't take long to realize that I wouldn't be riding with the crew very long. As we headed South into a brisk headwind, I often found myself close to being spun out and knew that as we turned away from the resistance, I would hear the familiar clicks as everyone shifted and I would be off the back.
So, I checked the time on my phone and decided to give it an hour then go solo. The hour itself was nice enough, I chatted with JP a bit, hung around a few different rear wheels and tried to remember how my NCAA bracket was fairing after yesterday.
Then it was a quick see-ya-later to Jesse and a turn onto gravel. Next time, I think I'll show up with at least one less tooth on the back. I probably should have known better anyway. The derringer is a cute pistol, but I can't imagine it's the right tool for most jobs.
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