I heard later that somebody had counted
a couple of hundred of us riding, but the number that really did
something to honor the circus theme was much smaller.
It was so wet that I didn't want to
risk the new camera my friend in New Zealand had sent me for Christmas.
I only pulled it out when the picture was so good I couldn't resist.
That didn't happen often. Mostly we were pedaling into a stiff wind
with a deluge of rain making everything wetter and wetter.
In theory they had a circus act
scheduled for the regroup, but in practice everybody was too wet. The
parking lot didn't have that much shelter, so people were huddled
against the building. Our ring leader pranced around a bit, but the
jugglers were not there yet. Not long after that everybody decided that
it was cold not riding, so we hit the road again.
A great time was had by all!