Out With the Kill Takers

I grew a bit concerned this morning when only Troy and Corey were there to set out on a Sunday jaunt.  Mercifully, the Gravel Conspiracy had taken enough out of them that the pace was pretty moderate and the conversation, when the wind would allow, was flowing.  We closed the day with coffee, plans for Dirty Kanza and a smile.

"I'm sore.  You sore?"  "Yeah, I'm sore."

"This headwind is not helping the recovery."  "Huh?"  "What?"

Three is not a crowd, not with these machines.

Jay joined us in Cortland and I had a spin-fest with a tailwind the whole way back.