Well, I got back on the bicycle last night again, finally.  This rain is getting a bit tedious.  Matter of fact it sprinkled on us a good part of the time last night.  BAH!  What can ya’ do.  Anyway, it was the Mission Farms ride out near Mission & 435 in Leawood.  Probably one of my favorite “group rides” I would say, although granted I haven’t really been on that many.  I put quite a bit of thought into what I was going to wear, not from a fashion perspective but for warmth.  As is usually the case, in bike riding and most other walks of life, I made the wrong choice;  Darn near froze out there.  Whew, it was brisk.  I do enjoy the route though, and it was good to be riding.  Speaking of poor choices, after the ride I decided to join the group at Los Cabos for some post-ride analysis and other bike related banter.  Aside from being thoroughly uncomfortable sitting with a group of 20 people I didn’t know, I managed to wedge myself against the wall in the middle of the table where I couldn’t escape.  The party mercifully disbanded after an hour and a half or so.  It might have made everyone uncomfortable when I burst into tears, or maybe it was just time to go home.