Weather permitting; 6 hours in windswept rain is not something I'd like to do unless it's 75 degrees in which case the rain is fun.  Ideally someone else would lead the ride since I don't know the wormholes.  

Maybe it would even just mean that when the 9 AM ride turns around we would continue going?  I'm open to suggestions.

**minus the doping**

Did my Memorial Day duty of pulling a dropped soldier back to the city for the entire stretch of 9W between Tallman and the GWB. Somewhere before the state line hill, I look back and see a woman in a Civil War military uniform kit (Union) sitting on my wheel. She informs me that she's completely gassed, out of food, and didn't bring a spare tube or pump (eye roll). Apparently she was riding with friend in a Confederate kit (again, eye roll) and was going too slow for his liking, so he dropped her (by this point I've taken the eye roll QOM from Liz Lemon). I'm a well-prepared Kissena, happy to provide company, gels, and tube/pump assistance should she need it. But holy hells, this gorgeous weather is bringing out so very bad wheels!

I'll be out again tomorrow, looking to leave on the earlier side for 4 hours of steady tempo with about an hour of hard efforts. Leaving BB at 7am, doing RR, maybe Ash, back in BK before noon. Holla!

The tough guys left us at the turn for Piermont to do another seven thousand feet of climbing; Stokes, Avi, Erika & I turned back early.

We ran into Ed Nolan at the bridge and saw (no lie) a woman riding a road bike in lingerie.  All white, kit-fashioned lingerie.  SMH.

Stokes took the title of Wormhole champion by somehow leading us onto a highway onramp and then spitting us out south of the Intrepid.  It was odd.

The slope seems to be a ghost town today.