Suspected Alien Abduction.

By: C. Kent, aka (Superman) 7/26/13 The day was supposed to be much as Wednesday was. Not real hot in the morning but maybe a bit humid. When I got up this morning and took the dog for a walk it was cool and overcast. I got home, had breakfast and got dressed. I thought it would be a small group with several gone or on a vacation so I took my time getting to Burger King and meeting up with Digger. As I suspected by 7:45 there were only 5 of us, Digger, Dura Max, Surgeon, Bloodhound and me. But as I was about to believe that would be the whole group T-3, Barracuda and Daredevil arrived. I was pretty sure some more A drivers would show up and sure enough Bulldozer and Gambler rode up and we were ready to go. It was out onto Latham and over to Lyon to head south towards Florida and then to Stetson.

No sooner had we crossed Stetson and made our way Thornton and turned east a few drops of rain hit us. It wasn’t a cold rain and it wasn’t that heavy. But it was enough to splash off of our glasses and caused a stream of water to start to form off of our tires. I wasn’t that concerned at first till we got to State Street and the entire A group of riders disappeared. I had seen a flash of lightning but this was like an alien abduction. Still I thought I had Barracuda, Digger, Dura Max, T-3 and Surgeon with me but soon like a science fiction movie I noticed Surgeon was gone as we turned onto Domenigoni and headed west. Wet but not soaked and feeling pretty good so I continued to pull toward Sanderson so that whatever was taking our riders wouldn’t catch us and take any more. We still had a light sprinkle as we pulled up to the light at Sanderson where Dura Max and T-3 split off and headed for home. We were down to three riders and I could only hope the Space Aliens that must be capturing our riders would be confused and not know which group to follow. By the time we got past Warren I gave up the lead and Digger pulled most of the way to Winchester. The rain had slackened and we could see some sky peeking through. Once Barracuda took the lead we spread out and headed for the Saddle to regroup.

As we rehydrated, not as deeply as we might have on a warmer dryer day, we noticed there was very little water spotting on the pavement at the top of the saddle. We took a moment to decide if we wanted to continue onto the rest of the ride and decided there were very little chance that we would get any wetter than we already were, and a good chance it would get better so we wanted to continue on.

All we had to do was drop down the back side of the saddle and get past Lindenburger and on to Laguna Vista to work our way to Briggs and south again. I tried to stay on Barracuda’s wheel and did relatively well till we got to Holland and my low carbohydrate breakfast started to wear off and once again we spread out and made the turn onto Garboni. We closed ranks as we got back to Menifee where we stopped for my energy bar break before heading to Antelope.

Once we were on Antelope we could see the sky and it looked like the rain was gone. We quickly made our way to Newport and then down to Lindenburger. Barracuda took the lead and pulled us all the way to Simpson and then east to Winchester where we planned on getting coffee at Chris’s. It was a welcome break at Chris’s and we wondered how our A group friends were doing in the belly of a space ship. Surely the big dogs weren’t afraid of the rain. Surely they didn’t give up the ride willingly. Our best guess was we would get home and read about their abduction in the local newspaper. And if they had been abducted the three of us were willing to invade the mother ship and force their release before the weekend was over. With that in mind we headed for home by making our way to Stowe and east.

We decided to more or less cruise our way to California and then to Stetson. As we headed east and crossed Warren it started to sprinkle just a bit but quit when Digger turned for home at the airport. Barracuda and I continued on towards Sanderson but before we got to Sonic Barracuda flatted. As he changed the flat I swear the space aliens made it rain on the very spot he was standing and nowhere more than five feet away from him. But change the tire he did and we continued on to Sanderson and then to Johnston before reaching my street and home. But imagine my surprise as I downloaded my Strava and discovered that the Dig Dogs of our group hadn’t been abducted but rather had slinked away from a little rain. But come to think of it wet big dog fur might smell bad anyway. No harm no foul.