How come, when we lead rides, there's always a story to tell? Tonight, we only had 2 guys show up. I was not really in the mood to ride, but we are committed, so...
One of the guys showed up on a 30 year old bike and it clearly was not in good condition. He was somewhat strange, couldn't really put my finger on it. He came back from using the rest room and he had cut himself, on his pedal, riding from the port-potty to where we were starting! It looked terrible. I had him rinse it with water and then blot it with kleenex, and then gave him a huge bandage I had in my supplies. It really needed 2, but it was good enough. Off we went. He was wobbling and every time he shifted with the down tube shifters, he was looking down. He wasn't weak, but more inconsistent. After about 5 miles, he says to me, "My bike is broken." Sometimes, people say that when they are tired, but his bike was really messed up. I rode ahead to get DH, who brough him over to where i had stopped with the other rider. So this guy starts screaming at DH that he was fixing the bike incorrectly (he wasn't), and DH had to tell him to be quiet and listen, that he had been a bike a mechanic for a racer (our son). He got the bike going, and we finished, but I was exhausted. I really don't like riding at 6:00 PM, but the rides are short and now I have enough leads to get a free jersey.