This weekend the plan was for gravel in Lincoln. But Rafal got stuck in the upper peninsula. Instead we road the boulevard of broken dreams and shattered wills. To say the ride was intense would be an understatement. Things started off relaxed enough. Until we hit the climb out of the valley on our way to Glenwood. I went about setting a nice tempo, 16-17 mph on the climb, then all hell broke loose. Somebody came through then somebody else, and before I knew it we were blasting up the climb. It was amazing how quickly it got out of hand.
Months of pinned up winter ride frustration was being unleashed. I should have shown a bit more restraint but I just found myself following the wheels and taking my turn at the front. By the time we rolled into Glenwood the A group was splintered into groups of 2 and 3.
We finally settled down a bit as we cut across through Pacific Junction and on to Plattesmouth. We took a water stop and prepared for the tailwind push home. The steady climb out of Plattesmouth gave way to a second full blown sufferfest as we wound our way behind StratCom and up to Bellevue Blvd. Shim, Spence and I were flying, I mean driving really hard. I finally came to my senses and eased up. It is February after all.