Ick. Drizzly day, confrontations with asshole drivers on the way to the meet-up and a mild lack of fitness.

We tested the route for the medium ride for the Bike Ypsi Spring Ride and Festival. The hill on Superior is long and will hurt people. From there we head East on Geddes and that is a long, single file, trafficked trek. I was envisioning leading less-experienced cyclists on that route and not loving it, but I'm stumped on what else to suggest. Then O called near the end of the ride, when I was finally feeling right on the bike and on a good section of the route and that sort of intruded on my moment. And all he wanted was to know if he could have a donut. The boy has learned to use the phone and now I am never alone.