I cannot understand why this thing keeps happening. As any loyal reader of this quintessentially unread blog knows, I ride my bike places. Even semi-unprofessional writers have a full schedule of self-indulgent crap we make up that interferes with biking. So, instead of an obligatory group ride, I choose to bag the car and go somewhere. It seems difficult to understand. Here we are in the midst of an El Nino winter with nary a flake of snow on the ground
and cyclists at our annual Recovery Party were shocked that I rode my bike.
How else was one supposed to get to a bike gathering?
The damn things were meant for more than riding back to a car.
What can I say, the car is king among cyclists, it dictates the destination for each of their rides.
It was fun at the annual gathering again and I won the annual award
for the least amount of auto mileage in the group @2500 for 2015.
There was beer, too much food and more beer to go around.
After it all, I went out to the streets
with only the court appointed cyclists to keep me company.