It’s been a cool, overcast day. Gentle breezes have been blowing. A great to ride, actually… if only we could keep from getting lost.

That’s right. It seems to be a yearly tradition for members of our group to get lost on the first day. (Before you pass judgement, know this: the directions are challenging between Chic-fil-A and Rockmart.) This year, Kyle and Christian maintained the course while Drew and the others got a little lost. Sean was lost and found and lost and found several times (fearing that he had missed a turn, he would often turn around and backtrack, practically doubling his mileage). The Drew and Patrick found a great downhill ride with beautiful scenery and cheering elementary school children. (That was most likely due to the van and trailer – a double-wamy combo that’ll really know your socks off! It’s breathtaking to see!) Following that, the lost riders were back on course (except Sean, of course, who has a talent for getting lost).

Unfortunately, in the sag’s responsibility (that is, those of us in vehicles who try and keep all of the bikers in view and on target) to collect the lost riders, an orange cone marking a turn wasn’t place… Therefore, Kyle and Christian missed a turn and thus became lost. Sean was in another state by this time (well, it seemed that way – we are pretty certain it was a different time zone). But with cunning and zest, Kyle and Christian regained the road and were still the first to reach our lunch destination.

Once we were all together again, the bikers took the Silver Comet Trail to Rockmart, while the rest of us scoped out dollar stores and wifi.

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