It may not be Wolseley yet, but running into cyclists that you know is becoming a daily occurrence in the northeast part of town too.
When Steve and I ride home from work together, we'll usually take the bike trail between Raleigh and Gateway. Yesterday, after starting off from a light, we noticed that a couple riders had jumped onto our wheels. This won't last long, I thought. We started pushing a pretty good pace, but the shadow beside me wasn't going anywhere, even though Steve can pull pretty fast. After pacelining through a couple street-crossings like this, we finally had to stop at a light. That's when the Poosher tapped me on the shoulder. No wonder we couldn't drop these guys! He and his friend were riding their 29ers out to BHP for the evening.
Then today we were hailed by a fellow on a pretty red Peugeot who turned out to be John Paul! He'd of course noticed the fine colours of the FGBC and marked us as comrades. He joined us for the rest of the ride home, and we heard all about how little riding the Secretary has been doing lately (tsk tsk). Also, it sounds like he's in for Sunday's race, which is awesome.
Maybe it's the nice weather, or maybe the north isn't the cycling backwater of the city anymore, but if you're wearing black, you're in good company these days.