What do you call a ride that is only a third of the time it took to get there? Usually a mountain bike ride, but in this case it was last night's Bastard Ride. For every foot I went forward, I slidsideways two. While Craig (and a sweet new SS Tricross!) CD, Doez, and Jeff Z charged ahead, I turned tail and headed back not too far into the ride. I thought they'd be gone for an epic dash to discover the North Pole but it wasn't long before they were back in the lot and drinking Craig's beers. After that it was off to the HC for beers and some kind of strange fried fish. Here are a few photos to give you a taste of what it's like when crazy turns stupid.
Here's Craig (above) getting ready to take his new ride out into the cold and snowy night.
Hard man Jeff Z put in the most miles in truly tough riding conditions. He rode from home and then back again. This is what he looked like up ahead of me all night. Okay for about 30 or 40 minutes before I chickened out and headed back to the car like Mr. Grumpy.
Every wonder what goes on inside the HUP United van on a cold and snowy night? Strange things folks, strange things. This looks like the traditional one-legged kilt dance the Hupsters always perform before their rides. It's quite rare to actually see this. Consider yourself lucky. I guess.