(Non) Charity Ride.

I did a group ride yesterday with about 40 other riders. It was sort of like a charity ride, complete with aid stations, minus the charity. It was just short of a metric century at 62 miles, half of which were on busy streets. At the very first stoplight we came to, a car that had slowed to let us through (across 3 lanes of traffic) was rear-ended by two cars. They apparently didn't feel any need to slow down or pay attention to where they were going, despite the fact that they were approaching a red light at a busy intersection with 40 cyclists and dozens of cars ahead of them. The cars involved pulled over and started yelling at all of us, saying it was our fault. Rather than arguing with pissed-off morons intent on blaming all of their problems on cyclists, I rode on and had a great ride. Our group split into about four smaller groups according to speed. Three other riders and I decided to cool off at mile 45 by jumping into Folsom Lake, fully clothed. Until you've ridden 17 miles in a wet chamois, you haven't lived.