The obligatory drinking and heckling session that begins many a ride. Heckling cars turning onto Washington, that is. Well, and heckling the cycle-ninnies who were biking on the crowded sidewalks. Be proud! Assert your rights -- ride in the street!
It's smart to include instructions on a bottle opener. Can't say that I've ever forgotten how to use one though.
After a beer stop overlooking Cedar Lake we rolled to Wirth for some Big Dumb singletrack. The Dummy was surprisingly cool to ride on the tight stuff. Wirth is not really technical by any means, but a good workout on the Dummy. Here Swervy almost cleaned the rock garden.
Nate, however, lacked a little finesse on his line.
At Hidden Beach we scared away a bunch of the locals who were hanging out. 20 dudes on long bikes toting beer and blasting tunes might have looked a bit intimidating. Hurl, Aaron, Zito and Sov posed for a little shot I like to call the "Stand By Me" Reunion photo.
It was a great ride on the trails and paths around Wirth. I had to peel off early. Sounds like the group rolled pretty late. But I was needed at home to sign my name a dozen or so times. We made an offer on a house on the eastern edge of Bryn Mawr. Leaving So. Mpls ...