Yeah it was a comedy of errors, if by error you mean we decided to ride last night. You could see right from the start the roads were glare ice from the past thaw-and-freeze action. But of course we kept going - Mike V, Kenzie, CD, Tony, Patrick D, and myself. The minute we hit the ice covered roads everybody started making sounds like these guys:
A few miles in Mike went down after hitting a pothole in the middle of a sheet of ice. He bagged it at that point, claiming that that was all the fun he was allowed to have in one night and turned back home.
It was not long before I became the next victim of the ice. So far, the Surly had been an Ice Monster and was cruising right along, but then while chatting with Tony, and letting my fantastic focus for riding on glare crap wander, I looked something like this, only older, creepier, and tangled in a cheap steel bike from China.
We only did a short loop that took something like 7 hours to complete. The "OTHER" ride had already returned when we hit the lot. We went back to the HC and had a few beers - looking a lot like this: