Indian Summer or Early Spring?

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What do you call it when it's 70 degrees in early March, Indian Summer?..Early Spring? I think Indian Summer only happens in the fall and I won't call Early Spring because there is still some cold weather ahead. In any case this past weekend was a nice reprieve from the cold winter we have been having.

For a change of pace this weekend I decide to take a ride to Pennington and do a ride with the Hill Slug gang since I hadn't seen some of them in a while. I also heard that Laura had attracted a bunch of Fixes to her ride and I wanted to see how they could climb some of the hills in the Sourlands with just one gear.

With the warm weather there was quite a crowd, 16 total, and all the regulars showed up. It was so warm some people were in shorts and short sleeves. I left my jacket in the car but still left the tights on.

I spent the first feel miles of the ride just talking to everybody I hadn't seen in a while. We eventually found the hills. Laura's plan was to do some long slow hills today. We ended up going up Province Line. It was a clear sunny day so the view was nice. Half way up the hill I stopped for some pictures. Although it was clear the hills in the distance still had fog rolling through them. This picture will be much nice when the foliage fills in.

About 3/4 of the way up as I was trying to catch up with the group I realized a couple of things. First I was actually "hot" which I hadn't felt while riding a bike for the past 4 months. The second thing I realized was that I'm really not in very good hill climbing shape as this climb was feeling a lot worst than it should. I eventually slugged up the hill with Marilyn who is always good company.

We then cruised along the ridge for quite a while before taking 179 into Lamberville. At the bottom of the hill where 179 comes into Lamberville Mike M took a quick hair pin turn to the right as a short cut to Rojo's. I followed him because I thought he knew where he was going but when ended up loosing the rest of the group as well as making a few wrong turns before we got there.

Rojo's was crowed and we ended up spending a long time there. By a strange coincidence we actually ended up running into Michael H and his wife there.

The climbed out of Lamberville wasn't bad and when we turned onto Harbourton-Mount Airy Road Laura said she was going to stop to get some pictures of Dinosaur Rock, which I had never noticed before. After the picture stop we took Rock Road to 579. We were close to getting home so the group stretched out as people started racing back. I was at the back with Marilyn and in no particular hurry. It is rare when I'm on a ride and not leading so I was relaxing knowing Laura always waits for everybody at the turns.

This was Marilyn's first ride of the season so she was a little tire by this time after all the hills. When she go caught at the light at 518 I waited on the other side until it changed not wanting her to get lost or ride alone. By this time we had lost sight of the group so I just continued on. I didn't know exactly where I was but I had a general idea. As we continued on I didn't see any sign of Laura or the rest of the group. So much for the, and I quote from the ride description here "nobody will be dropped" mantra Laura is so proud of.

At this point I knew we were on our own and that I needed to make a left to get to Pennington so when I saw Woosamonsa I made the left even though I knew it meant a couple of small hills. Although I have done a lot of rides with Laura out of Pennington we normally come back through Stony Brook which I am very familiar with. I have come back through 579 a couple of times with her but I'm not as familiar with the exact route back. If I knew she was going to drop my ass I would have studied the map before I left home.

I knew I could feel my way back to Pennington because I had a general idea of where I was and which direction Pennington was in. I was going to make the right on Burd but Marilyn said that 31 was straight ahead so I figured if we get to 31 I may be able to get by bearing a little better. We ended up on Titus Mill which sounded familiar. When passed the Bristol Myer Squib entrance I knew where I was and realized I was taking the long way back to Pennington.

At that point Marilyn's phone rang. I figured is was Laura who finally learned how to count again and realized we were missing. I told Marilyn to tell Laura that we were dying by the side of the road because I knew this would make Laura be all apologetic and worried.

In another 15 mins we were back in the parking lot and I thanked Laura for "dropping my ass". I wasn't really upset with her. With a group as big as she had it is easy to, unintentionally, drop some one. However I plan to remind her being dropped through out the year just to keep her humble.

Marilyn sent me an email later that said she came up with a great way described being dropped by Laura. The term is "Lynched". I agree with her but would like to take it one step further. Just like the term "Spragued" means dropping riders off the front of a ride I think the term "Lynched" should come to mean dropping people, "unintentionally", off the back of the ride :-)