I suspect that there are enough people in Pittsburgh to begin some kind of randonneuring effort here in W. PA. I’m not one of them yet — I’m one of those indolent cyclists who thinks, randonneuring sounds cools, howsabout somebody (else) organizes a little populaire?
Last fall I rode a hilly route to Sewickley. 66 miles. I survived. Pretty much.
400 miles? Not yet.
Still, I think it will happen, with this web site, this organization, these people, this city.