Lynne dutifully waited for me, which she needn't have done because we were practically across the street from the rest stop. That's the sign of a good sweep!
At this early hour -- 9:30 a.m. -- my little, home-made, peanut butter sandwich was more of a second breakfast than an early lunch. I did pass up a chocolate chocolate-chip muffin behind glass though. That was tough to do.
We were in Rocky hill when there was a simultaneous double mishap: George's chain snagged mid-shift and Andrew's front derailleur snapped. George hit the pavement at low speed , scraping his elbow and (as I am finding out at this very moment via Messenger) cracking his helmet (which he didn't discover until he got home). Andrew was behind him, bent over his own bike, jiggling the derailleur. The two events weren't related but they looked as if they ought to have been. It would have made perfect sense if George had dropped his chain and Andrew had slammed into him.
After that we stuck closer together through the old money streets in Princeton. When the group turned towards campus I peeled off on Mercer Street for my regular commute route home.
The week off the bike did me some good, and the timing is perfect. Next week is the first weekend of August, the traditional date for the Princeton Event. We're not holding the Event this year. Instead, Tom has whipped up a handful of Event-like routes. He's planning to lead a metric. I'm going to lead the century because for the past fourteen Events that's the route I've done. Why stop now?
(*but not away from weight lifting or the elliptical cross-trainer because I'm addicted to exercise)