Weekly WNGR: Going With the Flow

Pulling up to the regroup only a little bit behind the wheel in front of me who, in turn, was only a little behind the wheel in front of him, and so on...

The conversation was already engaged, was flowing right along, and had to do with old dudes and peeing. So this is where it is going tonight, I thought. Alright, as long as I know where things stand and which puddles to look out for. Soon enough then, there was something about dust and... wait, 

old dudes peeing dust? Wow, that is some serious kind of old, I tell ya' what.

Linda, the lone woman in the bunch of aging delinquents was, I think, rolling her eyes and wondering whether or not the inspiring conversation would last for the duration of the ride. Would it unexpectedly begin to stream again at the next regroup? Hopefully the topic would not dribble out, between gasps for air, while the pedals were turning.

The mind, in an exhausted state, can imagine all kind of psychedelic trickery, the trickle of small talk expanding and contracting like the gaps between wheels, those ones you could swear are closing in one instance, and in the next have suddenly, somehow doubled. 

No trickery tonight, though. Huffing and puffing, to minimize those expanding gaps, sure, but level headed focus all the way. So, old men peeing dust - beside the regular ripping good time, you just never know what you will get on the Wednesday Night Gravel Ride.

Still seven days out, but I am already wondering what the spurt of conversation next week will be.