I was disappointed to experience a "group" ride come unglued, but in the end, we made the best of the unfortunate circumstances and had a decent day out.
Graham and I were on the back row when the split occurred. I was surprised to see TonyG and Stu make a left turn, when Dave and John continued straight. A couple of riders called out, but their cries went unheard in the prevailing wind. Graham assured me that we would regroup at the point where Overton Road almost joins the A19, so the four of us took the "long cut" directly into the wind
IMHO, this was not a good idea, since even in good weather, there's a chance we won't regroup. The ride should always follow the appointed leader, unless there's a discussion and decision to split
We got a short, but thorough soaking leaving Overton and caped up without stopping. TonyG and Stu continued at the front, while I trailed fighting with my rain cape, and Graham even further back.
With no riders at the end of Overton Road, we took a left heading for Beningbrough and I caught the front riders and asked that they ease off and wait for Graham. TonyG turned back and went for Graham while Stu and I waited at the next turn for Beningbrough Hall.
After waiting a while and no riders coming, we turned back to check if everyone was OK, and met Graham riding solo, with no sight of TonyG. Graham said he'd gone ahead to meet us, but we'd not seen him.
The three of us continued to Beningbrough Hall and pulled over about 1Km from the gates so Graham could call JohnB. There was no answer and Graham advised that he would do his own thing due to knee troubles. And then there were two...
Figuring we were alone and with no real plan, Stu and I took a magical mystery tour roaming through Beningbrough Hall, Newton/Linton-on-Ouse, where we stumbled into a Sportif event, including getting instructions from the marshals
We crossed the B6265 and I think we went through Marton Cum Grafton enroute to Boroughbridge, and continued toward Ripon before encountering a road-raged motorist at the A168, after which we changed course, heading to Sessay and on to Kilburn and my inaugural ascent of the White Horse Bank
We blasted into Helmsley for a well earned lunch and returned through Harome, Nunnington, followed by a mix of roads that got us to Strensall and back into York via Haxby.
We made the best of a bad day, and thanks to Stu for his great company and patience dragging me around the route, since my weary legs were no match for his chaingang-honed quads. I certainly agree with Dave in that you have to work harder when there's only two.
Hopefully, a proper group ride will resume next week...