Roads under roads

Last night was 100%. A nice sized group showed up and the majority of us seemed pretty dead or in bad moods but the ride continued none the less. We hit single track stopped for beverages along the trail and waded around a stream splashing around having a sweet beach party. Some wood trolls messed wit hour bikes but we pulled them from their clutches and rode on. Stopped at Mega picked up some more beverages and the group split up. Some went home others went to go dumpster diving. The rest of us rode out through Altoona and ended up on a shitty stretch of single track under a bridge in a patch of poison ivy picking ticks off.

We retreated back to the place we had a fire a while ago under River Prairie Drive and started up a small fire. Damian showed up with smores fixins and we ate a ridiculous amount of marshmallows. Then the police showed up. I am happy that I have friends that are cool as cucumbers when multiple cop cars and volunteer firefighters show up at a camp fire itching to give out tickets. One last drink was had before dumping the remaining beer on the fire and putting it out with the bucket of water we had brought up.

IDs were checked, breathalyzers were blown, apologies were exchanged, a giggle fest was had, and we headed out. Perfect execution on all parts.

Next Thursday is Magyars last for a while, show up and lets one-up last night. +MVP sweater will be brought out.

"If we stop moving the way we're living might catch up, and I don't want to be around when that day comes"

P.S!!! Workshop at Banbury tomorrow. SHOW UP! HELP OUT! HAVE FUN!