Being that it is Cleveland, I'm sure his apartment is walking distance to at least 15-20 "establishments," or as they call them up there in the Great Gray North, "night churches."
we honestly went down the driveway, across the street, and entered the Sloan Pub.
We ordered two Yuengling drafts... $4. I got carded. I look young in Cleveland. Musta been my new hat.
One beer at the Sloan Pub sitting next to a video game that was some erotic version of "Where's Waldo," and we were off to the next bar... about two blocks away.
This was a little more upscale. I saw the guy in the blue and orange Cleveland Cavaliers shirt with a gold chain and hair gel that I would have expected to see. As Dan F Hensley said, " it has been 1987 in Ohio since 1989. seriously."
The kind of place where you can stack up a pile of dead soldiers and no one will ever come clean up after you.
Banquet Beer... here it's Buffet Beer.
One beer there and we moved down the block, past a couple places that had a more "club-like" atmosphere, and settled into a place with a stage and a guitar.
Doctor Who's phone booth.
So we moved on, back towards The Boy's place. Past a bar, then another, and then a dude in a doorway says, "Coors Light's a buck seventy five."
We go in.
Black Sabbath is playing. Then "We Built this City" came on the jukebox.
This would have been the same experience twenty years ago.
We went home way late, got up way later, and headed to Ray's Indoor (used to be "Mountain") Bike Park.
After building a rider profile on the computer kiosk and filling out the necessary paperwork (last time I was there, you just had to join the Boy Scouts for insurance purposes), we got in line to pay. I told him I needed a rental and I also my XT Trail pedals put on it.
"We don't do that."
When I asked for an explanation, first it was safety concerns. I had to explain, after asking for any douchey attitudes to be forgiven, that I had been riding mountain bikes since the early 90's, was comfortable riding stunts with clips, had done the BC Bike Race, and was perfectly fine.
Then I was told that there was a "no pedal swapping" rule because the threaded inserts in the cranks were being damaged from all the removals/installations.
"I flew up here, never saw any rules online about no pedal swapping, and only have Mavic mountain shoes with cleats and a pair of sandals."
Another more managerial presence stepped in. The same thing.
"You don't wanna be clipped in... yada, yada, yada."
I tried to explain that I've ridden flats occasionally in the past, and when you're used to being clipped in, you're actually in more danger of slipping a pedal... especially in a pair of knobbly shoes.
They decided to swap the pedals on one certain type of rental bike, but while we were hemming and hawing, another associate had rented that bike out.
Time for the refund and walk of shame out the door.
Don't bother offering a solution. It's been hashed over on FB. I didn't get to ride Ray's and that's that. Talking to one of my friends who used to be a Ray's regular (and got to know Ray back in the day), he informed me that a very large corporate entity had bought the place years ago, and it has never been the same. I can't confirm or deny that rumor. They had their reasons and I had my choice.
So The Boy and I did what one might do in Cleveland in March. We went to the West Side Market to look at dead fish and then headed to the beach.
Now I was glad I wore my sandals.
I think my father-in-law erected this sign.
And then to a grocery store to look through the local fare.
I watched TV.
It was getting late, so I didn't stay up to watch Charles Bronson and Jan Michael Vincent in The Mechanic.
Then we were up at 5:00AM, on a plane, and I was back in the land of sunshine and riding 30 miles of dry singletrack later that day.
The Pie, The Boy, and Fajita are on probably South of the Border by now, and I have a week of La Vida Bachelor on tap. Things to do, things on the way, and a race to get ready for this weekend.