The next day, Sunday, everyone got up early and hit the road. This time I was not on some lonesome 25 mile loop and I frequently caught up with and was overtaken by "pace lines". This was completely different than the first day. It was a lot of fun zipping along with a bunch of other folks. At one time I actually rode with the CAT-TEAM. I left a rest stop just before they did and was moving along pretty good when they caught up. One guy yelled out "The Cat Team, Reunited At Last!" Well not quiet, they had mistaken me for a member of their team and were trying to catch up with him. Anyhow I fell in with them and, zoom, we were off. They were making over 20mph. Every so often the the front two would peel off and the next two folks would take over. It was a "double-pace-line". It did not take long before the guy in front of me peeled off and I and this young woman were in front. Well I was impressed so I yelled out "PULLING A CAT". The phrase "pulling" is used to describe the person in front. The pull lasted only about 5 minutes and then I peeled off. I was at the end of the line and I slipped back just a little bit. They spotted the guy they were trying to catch and, zoom, they were gone and I had been "dropped-like-a-stone". Other pace lines were a lot more sedate and I ran into some guys that work with Evelyn, my wife. Evelyn told me that they were in the race.
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