The following is a true story, only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Full Moon Ride
Thanks to a little push and an early morning e-mail from my friend Dale,we decided to go for a night ride to celebrate the full moon. Mark also joined in for some saddle time. We would be ridding our fat bikes since winter is just around the corner and I can't be pulled away from my thrasher fat bike right now. I told them I had the plan for the ride and would not reveal the destination, they went along with it. We met around 7 pm and headed out. Fourty minutes of riding bike paths and then a nice down hill would reveal our prize, a large graffiti decorated storm drain. I was happy my two comrades were willing to continue the ride underground. With a little maneuvering and a warning form some shady folks out side the entrance, we were once again rollin'. Water, four to eight inches deep was flowing down the pipe, and to my surprise the surface had plenty of traction. The warning we received earlier was for the two guys painting graffiti or tagging or whatever they call it now. They were nice and were deep into their work. They had a bunch of gear (spray paint) were wearing dust masks(for safety) and had a large bottle of booze that was already more than half gone.We continued on to the end and met a muskrat that scared the crap out of me when it crawled out of a large pool of water. When we turned around Mark reset his odometer, just over a mile one way. Once out we decided to put off the other portion of the ride to be done at a later date.