Riding across the bridge over nine mile creek
A couple weeks ago the regular wed night ride came to an end with a campfire and hobo dinners. Only three of us showed as our "leader" Dave was on his way to the great north to go for a little 350mile ride. Greg ,who reminded me of the plans for such cookout showed up without anything to cook and eat ,apperently he thought we were going to our usual mexican restaurant. Not to worry, being the hearty eaters that Mark and I are, we had plenty to share. This night marked the end of the best winter riding season I have had. Every week was something different,from the falling snow we rode in days before Christmas,to the sweet urban rides, and the coolest ride of all, the ice covered Minnehaha Creek.
A couple weeks ago the regular wed night ride came to an end with a campfire and hobo dinners. Only three of us showed as our "leader" Dave was on his way to the great north to go for a little 350mile ride. Greg ,who reminded me of the plans for such cookout showed up without anything to cook and eat ,apperently he thought we were going to our usual mexican restaurant. Not to worry, being the hearty eaters that Mark and I are, we had plenty to share. This night marked the end of the best winter riding season I have had. Every week was something different,from the falling snow we rode in days before Christmas,to the sweet urban rides, and the coolest ride of all, the ice covered Minnehaha Creek.
Thanks guys for the perfect winter riding season
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