Arising from my nap feeling better but not best, I roll out to ride Park Road Park by myself before the jamming. I feel like butt, partially because of my sinuses, but mostly because I'm stupid hungry. I stop at 7 Eleven on the way to the shop and have too long of a discussion with the clerk about the fact that I do indeed want the two slices of pizza, do not want the fountain drink that comes with it, do not want the slices of pizza in one box or two but just in some wax paper... and leave with two slices in two boxes that are thrown away a few feet from the door.
Anyways... get to Source, amble around, touch things, chat and out the door to the Backyard Trails with about ten or so Fans.
We have at least two flat clinics, which is nice. Because... humidity.
photo cred: Bryan D.Back at the shop, beers... get to hear the full story about the one rider who fell all the way into the stanky creek on our way out (which I forget but Chase will tell me the story again on Sunday). Finish the keg, head over to Legion Brewing... Donald B with empty keg on an e-bike... because that's why they exist.
Sunday. Follow through with the plan to go to the mountains. Wake up to my alarm at 6:30AM and consider sending a text out. Fuck this.
Not one to let people down, I get out of bed. All I want to do is sleep the day away.
Scoop up Chase, Bill Nye and Wirun as I make my way across town, get to Wilson's Creek, hook up with Pitts, and he takes us to places we've never been before.
Visitor Center Tom's chip FTW.
photo cred: Wirun
And to end on the driest of notes, this is how you get that fourth bike and person in a Honda Fit with a three bike hitch mounted rack: