brett, alan, john, and myself rode from english village to highway 78 tonight... it was pretty fly. a nice little sport ride for everyone through the smoothly rolling terrain of mountain brook and crestline villages. the night was cool and sweet. we flipped a U-ee at the last light on 78 before the large hill, and made our way swiftly back to english village. oh, that hill coming past the zoo...! what a bitch!
at the last leg, john had to split off, which hurt a little... like the ripping off of a bandaid from one's hairy inner thigh. but, in similar circumstance, the pain faded quickly and the night moved on. we capped off the night at rojo with a beer or two for alan and brett, and a raw english muffin for me. it was kind of gross without toasting it, for the record. we got lots of looks for rolling up in full regalia, but by the end of the night we were local celebrities. everyone was trying to sneak camera phone shots of "those really cute guys with the crotch pads and half-unzipped jerseys." things at one point started to take a turn for the worse when some girl approached the table and started roaring, "BIANCHI!!!" alan quickly dispatched her with an impressive display of lycra-restrained sidepipe. one drunk man was struck in the temple and died.
good ride, kids.
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