I figure I've neglected this thing long enough, and while I wait for shit to run in the lab I'll have an imaginary fireside chat with myself. So what has been going down worth typing about? Nothing, really, but I'm going to blog about shit anyway.
On the 22nd of May, there was the "100 miles of nowhere," basically people were riding around Brook's neighborhood for six or seven hours off and on; taking time, of course to bullshit with one another, eat burgers, and (of course) imbibe alcoholic beverages of varying quality. No single person alone as crazy/dumb/ballsy enough to tackle the full 100 miles by themselves. I hit approximately 80 laps, a conservative estimate based on the time it took for me to finish my last lap and the cumulative time I rode around for. There's no way I can concentrate on counting long enough to have kept track of my actual laps - I gave up (more like saw something vaguely eye-catching and forgot) once I hit 19. I forgot I had a camera with me until it was dark out and everyone was about to leave, but here are a couple crappy pictures:
After that thoroughly enjoyable event, I just kept on doing the ol' Wednesday Nighter and, more recently, the Sunday Dinner ride. While the Wednesday Nighter is always (or almost always) the same basic route, the Sunday Dinner ride changes weekly. Indeed, no two nights have gone the same, while we have ended up at the same restaurant on two rides, the follow-up has been wildly different. Even the ride to the food has changed, with the first time being fairly easy-going, and the latest ride being nearly all-out exertion the entire time. After we'd eaten Jeff showed up and ate a bug which was probably poisonous and was probably why he was unable to keep his food down after we showed up at his place (this is what happens when you drive instead of ride your bike). Afterwards we ended up riding back to downtown, through the other side out near 30th street, then turned right back around and sprinted out to the lucky 13 area, and met up with some other riders who were chillin out there.
After a bit we rode back downtown for more shenanigans, such as Nick trying to kill himself, then me:
You can't really tell how deep that mud was from the pics, but it was like half a foot, I don't know how he didn't crash in that shit. Then we dicked around for a bit, riding up and down a parking garage, before going to the neurolux for a bit.
This was actually the night before, but I don't feel like re-writing anything to fit going to see The Helio Sequence into the post properly, so just pretend we ended the ride at a show (seems like more fun that way).
Random shit:
From an Italian bike blog. I can't read a damn thing posted there, but I like their logo and they have a ride, or race, or goldsprints, or some shit called the "Eatcat Race," which is awesome.
I laughed. And, finally, the single best bike lane marker in Boise:
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