I have never been able to ride on the same day I flew home before. The flight was moved to 3pm and clearly I would have time to take the 6:15 Kilometer Zero bus.
Sunday is always a little strange. Different people, maybe a different group. I was on station at 6am, no one there. Activity in the chase car area but no obvious chase car or riders. There were some riders over in the park right across the street where I used to “wait”. At least 3 women and a few men. At last they came over and two started down the road. The others yelled after them and explained to me they were waiting for the chase which came right away and we were off.
Pace is fast. One of the women lost her rear light. I yelled out what had happened but they did not stop. I make it to 5K and then to 9K but I am working, breathing hard. Made it to Farris wheel but then let them go. Again I watched for and did not see or hit the pothole. Lights were all on. It is hard to remember one ride from another. This report is from notes I made on the flight home. It is more than possible that in parts I am just describing a ride I have already reported on. Dogs only barked, no chase. Less traffic since it is Sunday.