So Friday night at about 11pm my friend Tom calls me up asking if I'm going on the ride Saturday morning - sure, I guess - it's the 3rd annual Crofut Wine ride. The first 2 were sort of put together as a way of me hitting my MS-150 goal, but this time I was simply along for the ride.
Head up to the CRC meeting point with Melissa on her new 1988 T-Rek SS:
Tom rides to the MPLS from Chaska to give me moral support on the ride out. Here's Tom on his chrome Pista; fixed rider, no car, and pushing 55 - not too shabby.
The wine ride was swell, hauled ass out to Jordan, but the ride back to Chaska was country riding with no tree cover and direct headwind - sucked the energy outta me through a silly-straw.
Riding back to the MPLS I have to stop and catch a photo of a Money-Puking Richie Rich - if it were so easy, I'd be rich too:
Nearly home, Hurl passes in the opposite direction saying he's headed to the liquor store. I tag along and find the best selection to date of malted beverage in the city at the MGM next to Whole Foods - please challenge me if you have an opinion on the matter. The guy proceeds to deplete the store of their Belgian Budweiser 12-pack bottle supply:
Meanwhile I grab a sixer of the new Boulevard Single-Wide IPA, my preferred IPA at this time.
All in all, 80 miles for the Saturday.
Sunday - dog park, planted some flowers, ate a few times.
That's it - be careful out there.
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