R16 60 The Makings of a Meltdown

Just a few notes before I get started:

• I have officially ridden a bike 3 times in this calendar year. And only once broke my chain. Watch out June! I am coming for you. 
• I just want to give a big shout out to Pochy, who turned many many of my stupid iphone live photos into useable photos. I am trying to do that for myself now, and it is a huge pain in the biscuit. I promise that next year, I will not take live photos. 
• That iphone is still alive, thank you very much, but I am only second case. 
• We still need a driver. If we don't find one, we are going to have to each take a day off and drive. 

Sigourney, more like Sinngourney

Think about those maps that show the ragbrai elevation change. Usually as you get closer to the river, it goes up and down, up and down, up and down, but gradually more and more down, into that deep deep sweet mighty Miss. Keep that image in mind as I unfold for you the events of Friday afternoon. There were ups! There were downs, but it all was headed straight for a massive disaster at the end. 

Like I said, we decided to skip the reconvener when we got into Sigourney. LB had assured us that the garage was right on the route, so we could all just meet there. We had texted a few times asking for a street address, but cell communication is not good and we didn't get my intel. And that is how I found myself, with Masinga, riding through the mess of downtown Sigourney, past the mess, and to sketchy off the route Casey's parking lot. This didn't seem right. 

We checked in and got a quick text from Special K and El Cap: they were hanging at a bar on the corner of the square. We could find them there. So Masinga and I backtracked and headed over there. We found 'em, and we found a beer. And boy oh was El Cap in a mood. Apparently they had been waiting a long time for us to show up at the shop. LB and Pochy had been there, but they left. Then we got word from the Boss, the Mayor, Too Much and Bandit--they were at the garage and no one was there. 

Then LB found us at the bar. LB told us that, "well I thought you guys were going to be there by 1 and it's past that, so I left." Then we told B, M, TM and B that they should meet us at the bar. Which meant they had to salmon. Another grave departure from beaver policy. After a hair raising ride they arrived at the bar on the corner. By this point we were ALL in a mood. 

Current mood: sassy and red faced

• LB was annoyed that we hadn't been there on time.
• The Boss was annoyed that she had to salmon and no one was at the garage. 
• El Cap was annoyed because he was bored. 
• I was annoyed because El Cap was annoyed. 

The list went on and on. There was scarce a happy beaver in the bunch. But we got some drinks, and tired to talk it out like grown ups, and then we decided to make the best of things and head for the bar just down the hill from the current bar corner. It was time to dance it out.