A group ride is always nice.
A group ride in my basement isn't near as nice. Mike and I rolled in one place for about two hours while watching Paris-Roubaix 2003. Pretty cool sprint at the end, several wonderful crashes, etc.
The highlight? When my wife walked in after her workout at the gym and said, "you guys stink."
True enough. Two guys in a tiny, humid basement will do that. And the two dogs, who have been in and out of the rain for the better part of what seems like a month, probably weren't helping, either.
We're looking forward to getting outside from now on.