Cycling, Cemetaries, and Cynicism

Some people just can't take a hint that they're not wanted. Clinton refuses to bow out

In case any ones missed it, today is Wednesday, and that means my weekly group ride from Myrick Park. Another easy ride, just over 20 miles. I haven't been feeling the greatest, so I decided not to go real hard tonight, except of course for the way to the start of the ride. I thought I was late, and about to miss the whole ride. Unacceptable. I doubt that I dipped under 20 mph the whole way there. Just blew right by a couple of MTBers and left them in the dust. As it turns out, I ended up being a good 20-30 min early. I'm finding out that this ride doesn't exactly have a start time. Its more of a group logic as to when everyone gets going. Ever see a flock of birds avoid a building en mass? Same idea.

The ride went great. I did drop my bike once trying to do something completely unnecessary, but fortunately I wasn't on it at the time. Also, I'm not the most recent crasher, at the moment. We pulled into a Kwik Trip, and another clipped pedal junkie missjudged his stop and over he went. There was talk of a "yellow jersey of shame" for the one who screws up the most during the rides. I had better get better at my clips or I'll be wearing that thing out.

Well Ottumwa went ok. There were a few unexpected surprises, though. The pastor performing the ceremony wasn't exactly what I would call a great speaker, as you would expect someone in his position to be. Oh what else? Oh yeah, they DUG UP THE WRONG GRAVE Y'ALL!! At least this one was empty too. The deal was that Marylin Shearer (Aunt Jo) and Mary Ann Shearer (Aunt Jo's husband's sister-in-law) sound pretty similar. All in all, I was unimpressed with the whole thing, and I told Becca cremation sounds pretty good to me at this point. Preferably post-mortem lest she get any ideas.