So we didn't ride to the charity ride, as it was raining in the early AM, stopping just about the time we would have had to leave. We drove.
It worked out fine. This was a small local fundraiser for domestic violence services in Middlesex County, started by the friends of a teen who was killed by her dad in a domestic violence incident. There was a 22.8 and 6 mile ride. We got in the front when leaving, as there were only about 30-40 people on the "long" ride. One group of 3 sped off ahead of us, but after that I couldn't even see anyone behind us. Finally one guy caught us and asked if we were on the ride (we had #s on the bikes). The ride was well arrowed and there were cue sheets. The group started following us, making lots of wrong turns, even though we were signaling and there were arrows. This ride was nothing special, in that it was on one of our local routes, except in the opposite direction. A group of 4-5 people passed me. And we had caught the first group.
Let's just say I woke up feeling crappy, a combination of chocolate cake, wine, mojitos, and a very good dinner for a friend's birthday. I knew we were going fast (for me). Finally, when we got to the hill on Monument St. DH went ahead, to "reign them in," as they were riding fast, missing turns, and skidding out. As we got closer to my neighborhood, I felt better and passed 2 of the people in the group. Then, I waited for the fun to begin as we turned up Strawberry Hill. I got behind a guy who was riding my speed or a bit slower, but as soon as we got to the steeper part of the climb, I started passing riders like crazy. All of a sudden, I hear a woman say "Oh no," as I passed her. She obviously was in too high a gear and crashed in the middle of the S curve, with tons of others in close proximity. Thankfully, no cars were around. I just couldn't stop to help on this part of the climb, and then saw I was right behind DH's group. He waited for me at the top and off we went for the last 9 miles.
The first group passed us and then they made a wrong turn about 6 miles from the finish.... DH and I were the 3d and 4th people to finish and I had a PR of an average of 16.5, on a hilly ride. I've had higher speed averages, but on shorter, flatter rides, but very few and far between. Of course I felt like I was going to puke, but I guess the TdF riders spurred me to suffer.
The BBQ lunch was good, came home and had a badly needed cup of coffee and a shower. I am exhausted.



, on a hilly ride. I've had higher speed averages, but on shorter, flatter rides, but very few and far between. Of course I felt like I was going to puke, but I guess the TdF riders spurred me to suffer.
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