I was invited to a barbecue at my friends' house about 6 miles south of here and decided to bike it because why not. This was to be 12 miles, more than twice as far as I've been biking in a day recently. But it's a route I've done a thousand times and I arranged for any contingencies so with my safety net in place, everything was a go.
Now, I don't like to show up to a party empty handed, so I spent the morning tending to an oven full of homemade Spicy Dr Pepper Pulled Pork. I attached my basket to my bike and added my delicious meats, some sodas, and some sangria into the basket and breezily pedaled the 6 miles with my special delivery.
|Meat and beverages make you welcome at any occasion.|
A grand time was had by all - I was one of many people who brought food and soon we had a spread that covered the kitchen table. I feasted like a Viking god at Easter. After many, many trips back to the food and drinks, my friends were off (entertainingly enough) to attend the Thursday Night Social Ride. I have work tomorrow, and am not yet comfortable doing 30+ miles, so I pointed my wheels homeward, distinctly lighter in terms of cargo.
As I headed home into the rapidly setting sun, I found myself wishing you could take a picture of the sensation of summer evening wind through your hair. But maybe that feeling is a bit universal.
|All the businesses were closed for 'Murica Day.|
I rode at a relaxed pace, which at my current fitness level was plenty. Before I knew it, I'd passed all my major landmarks and pulled up to my house. Time for a shower and some sleep. Good night!