Now we ride solo. Just me and my cue sheet. Notice the time on my watch. I'm only 30 minutes into a 13 plus hour day.


"Although we might start out with others, it usually ends up just us.
So when we’re climbing the hills or holding the curves or motor pacing a big GreyHound bus,
we know we can count on each other, Through the thickest and thinnest it will be
a club where all the riders have the same name,
The Boy Scout, Fat Boy, The General, and me."

From The Boy Scout, Fat Boy, The General, and me. By Miles Stoneman
http://cyclingthesecondhalf.blogspot.com/2009/07/bike-club-poem.html