I found a cute little mushroom in the mulch next to the bike rack. Pete was trying to hand me the sign-in sheet. He waited. "I saw art happening," he explained to Jim, who had been trying to get my attention too.
At 7:30, as we were about to leave, one of the baristas drove in. "We're closed," she said, by way of apology. On Saturdays the Pig opens at 8:00.
"That's okay," I said. "We'll be back before ten. I want to get one of those chocolate chip cookies."
"Chocolate chocolate chip?" she asked.
"I'll save some for you," she said. "I'll have the AC blasting."
This is why we like the Pig so much.
My planned route never strayed far from Pennington, lest we decide to cut out. I'd put in a lot of wiggly loops. Should we need to, we could nix the wigglies. My plan was to get us home before the heat index reached 100.
We were under cloud cover for most of the ride. A breeze kept temperatures under control too. Early on we came upon a passel of riders on Burd Road. They turned toward the hills on Woosamonsa; we turned away, crossing Route 31.
There were a lot of bikers out, and not just roadies. There were comfort bikes and people on the Lawrence-Hopewell Trail.
The sun came out around 9:00 a.m. That's when we started to feel the heat. By 9:40 we were back at the Pig, where Jim inadvertently squashed the little mushroom. We went inside to stand in the blast of the air conditioning. As promised, the cookies came out. I wrapped two to take home and, skipping the coffee, sucked down a lemonade so quickly I wished I'd asked for the large.
As tempting as it was to stay there for the rest of the day, outside was only getting hotter by the minute.
On the way back to my house, Chris coined the term "stoptional" at a red light we could have gone through safely. Jim was tickled by this. Having spent years driving in Philadelphia, I know all about stoptional. Down there it's called the "South Philly slide."
Two miles from home my new GPS flashed a red banner: "Warning."
Huh? We weren't off-course. I tapped the banner and it went away.
A mile later the same thing happened. I'd have to look this one up.
We got back to my house before 10:30 a.m. The heat index was up to 98 degrees. I'd kept my promise: I'd gotten us back before it hit 100.
Tom, who had done a solo ride close to home, reported the same GPS warning banner. It was there to tell us that it was hot outside. Duh. Garmin clearly does not understand Rules #5 and #9.