Why Not Ride?

Actual formal team rides haven’t even started yet but people keep calling rides, and people keep showing up. Most of us have nothing better to do anyhow, and it usually helps us earn our daily beer.

A whole pile jumped in Walter, others arrived by bike or Max, and off we went into the Mists of Hillsboro. Pretty out thar, sure is! We set up camp at Dizzy’s place, made a rack plan for Walter, and then reviewed the year’s financial papers. Faces were sullen at the inverse between race entry fees and bar tabs. A burrito stockpiling later, we headed out into the wild blue yonder.

An early flat allowed for the first meal stop. At roughly 5km in, you know, we’re all kinds of knackered. Luckily we had stowed proper nutrition for the ride:

carnitas burritos will do nicely, thank you

After the succulence passed, we mounted our steeds and pointed for Stub Stewart park….and that was a good little ride. Luckily, we received only one verbal assault out in the nether regions: a subtle but clear “idiots”. Riding correctly and respectively though we were, methinks the old bat still had a point. We reached the turnaround without incident but with many a laugh. It was then that Ditto, having dug all of the burrito remnants and wrappers from her pockets, discovered her Surly flask, loaded with the finest recovery drink ever. We enjoyed a nip before moving on.

At least there was sun. And more sun. And sun.

could think of worse ways to spend a Saturday

Afterward there were things like Billy’s, a Gnome Party, and some cold bike riding. We’ll spend the Christmas week laying low and gorging ourselves before hitting formal team rides. Rack up the miles in this lasting dry while you can!