Today the plan was to meet with a few gents at Crane about 11:40, then catch Bryan by his place, then figure out a route. At Crane was Brady and the Big Puma(aka Brandon Fenster). We didn't know, but Shim caught up to us after TTing for about an hour from his house in Bellevue. He was pretty pooped when he caught us, but he obliged whenever Brady was feeling his Steel Cut Oats. Brady, I love ya, but man your cruising speed is too much sometimes. I think I went into this ride not wanting to really do it, so the speed and pain of the blustery cold wind didn't help my attitude. I gutsed through it with being dropped only 5 or 6 times. Now I'm ready to move to someplace that has no wind.
I'm just fine with cold cold temps. It's the 15-20mph winds which just beats down on my enjoyment of riding. Anyway, we headed North for a while, Brady and Shim had things to do, so they turned around early (man, I wish I would've joined you guys). Bryan, Puma and I headed more North to almost hwy 30.
A weird thing, turning around really didn't help much. Sure it was not as hard to pedal, but all the sweat I was accumulating started to freeze really bad. I got COLD. Plus, I was running on fumes. I ate a couple bars, so that helped, but still, every hill just took it out of me.
On a positive note, I rode 50 some miles, so I added another dollar to my Plus 3 Network charity deal. Tomorrow, I think we're riding trainers and there's no money for riding my bike no where. Oh well. At least it won't be windy. Sheesh, with all my complaining, I don't think I could be considered a Flahute. I would beg for more if I really was one. Oh well. I think I can live with that.