Jesus wept. This is one of the reasons why Mrs H and I rarely do group rides. They usually end in tears.
And while it may well be the inexperienced riders who end up offing themselves and getting hurt (or worse), the experienced riders in the group need to take a good hard look at themselves and their behaviours as well.
Group rides are intimidating. Valentino Rossi and co generally take off into the distance, shiftlights flashing as they go. The 250RR gang generally gives pursuit. The old farts and other blouses bring up the rear, to be sniffed at when they arrive at rendezvous points a few minutes after everybody else. Some experienced riders like flouncing their "skills" at the less able. These "skills" occassionally feature wheelies and stoppies, overtaking moves that are entirely sub-optimal, and flagrant and reckless disregard for road conditions and the mental well-being of other road users.
It's all very well to say "ride at your own pace", but that's not the expectation on some group rides.
We all need to get our collective shit together here. Our first objective must be to get to wherever we're going alive and unscathed. Our second-most important objective should be to enjoy the ride. Peer pressure and generally irresponsible behaviour will see more of our number dead or maimed. The effect that this has on family, loved ones and fellow bikers who give a shit is devastating.
Think about it. Please.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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