R17 36 Day 1.1 OC to Spencer--Golf Course of the Damned

I don't remember Granville

Did we stop in Granville? I cannot remember for the life of me. Perhaps we skipped it? There's no good pictures of a stop before Paullina, so I am going to pick it up there. 

Paullina was a big mess, and the route wound its way in a serpentine way through the town, up one block, down another, up another block, down another until we emerged on the other side of the town, but we had seen signs for a country club with slip and slide so we were making our way in that direction. 

Somehow, despite my aches and pains, I managed to beat the beavers there, so I called them in, and like a pink squadron they pulled into the Legion Golf and Country Club. 

The Beavers Arrive

The golf course had a good thing going it seemed. Shade, cheap beer, slip and slide, portapotties. It seemed like a great place for an early morning beer and siesta. 

Take us ot the beer. 

We found a spot under a nice tree and all settled in. 

Beaver spot 

Then we did what we do: 

Pochy did the selfie*

Bandit searched for high fat food stuffs

MB fixed aches and pains 

I snuck off to the woods for a refreshing pee and we all chatted and relaxed and enjoyed the shady morning. Cute guys were slip and sliding. The beer was plentiful. All was well in beaver land. 

Then we decided to leave. 

And disaster.

Too Much's first flat of the ride

He looks like he's done this before

See the problem is that we all decided to leave, helmets, gloves, bikes, and then we realize that old Too Much has a flat. We are no longer drinking beer in the shade. We are all just standing around watching. 

Maybe we should send Too Much out to check on his bike before we leave the drinking spots? Just an  idea. Too Much marked the first flat I have ever experienced on ragby, back on his first ride. He also managed to break a spoke too. He just shreds, man! 

After much pumping and sunscreening, we did manage to get back on the road and head towards where ever.

 * Later on FB my mom, the Deb, would see this photo and ask, "where's Normy." Perhaps she didn't recognize me because I was smiling?