Buckhead Bellyache & the Strock Guy
Although this route always has riders on it, Thursday is the big ride day. As with previous Thursday rides, I rolled out ahead of the main pack...those guys are too fast for me. Rolling out ahead of the pack leaves me constantly thinking of someone behind me, sizing me up to be overtaken. I've had the fast pack overtake me before and it's not fun. I was wondering IF, WHEN and WHERE they may catch me. I saw many riders riding in the opposite direction, heading toward the start or toward the pack with plans to catch on as they came by. I thought with my head start, they should catch me near the end and I should be able to catch on for a fast pull for maybe the last few miles. Also in my thoughts were the ominous, grey clouds that looked to dump buckets of rain on me at any time. By mile eight, I was also overtaken by a solo rider. He rode by, said hello and I jumped on his wheel for a little pull. He was a big fella ridin...