P-p-p-pancakes.

When good weather rolls around, occasionally we lose all desire to go fast, and still find ourselves deserving of a pancake reward afterwards. Today was one of those days.

Ten of us came out on this social ride, and in the short miles we put in, we probably broke every traffic rule in the book. We aren't usually reckless, but five abreast at a crawling pace is what tends to happen when everyone wants to talk to everyone else in the group, separately, at least three times.

Walker Brothers pancakes traditionally follows Sunday morning rides when the weather behaves. Food comas are guaranteed every time. Someone mentioned today that the worst part about pancake rides is the two miles home after the meal.

Today was particularly special for me because it was my last ride with the team before my graduation this weekend. I love these guys dearly.

Faye