More to follow but heres the route for todays ride:
Roll call – Yeyo, Meg, Kat, Nova, Jay, Ben, Jeff, Chunter, Suzanne, Aden, Andy, yours truly.
Out to Mercer Island – from there to Georgetown, and then back to Capitol Hill for a hippie house party with a band called Maple Rabbit, and then home. I’m pretty tuckered out.
Edit: its later and I don’t really have a lot to add to the above narrative. I talk too much anyhow. Well heres the obligatory photo blog. Enjoy.
Everyone went inside to stock up on bicycling materials for the day.
Andy and Jeff contemplate their fate
Bike Lock – Check
Rain Slicker – Check
Water Bottle – Check
Commie Manifesto – Check
Half rack of PBR – Check
Note: Next time I’m making room for fried chicken...
These are of course my standard fumble-for-expensive-crappy-camera-through-bike-gloves -pop-shots-one-handed-like-I-know-what-I’m-doing-and-hope-to-god-I-don’t-crash-and- fumble-for-a-pocket-and-hope-the-camera-goes-back-where-its-supposed-to-and-not -crashing-into-the-concrete-wouldn’t-it-suck-if-I-had-to-buy-this-crappy-camera-twice awesome action shots of a most beautiful bike ride across the bridge.
…till we got to the park on Mercer Island where sushi and PBR was consumed.
From left to right: Jeff, Ben Andy, Aden, Kat, J(ay?), Suzanne, Chunts, Yeyo, – below is Meg in the yellow shirt, not pictured: Nova
!!!!!!!!! J !!!!!!!!
wadda bitchass. =)
Question: And how many Slow Sundayz rides have an Abu Ghraib moment?
Answer: All of them.
Pictured: Nova and Adens butt
(This was not my idea, someone (probably J) has a better picture than this on her phone – sorry Aden =) )
Afterwards we were off to Georgetown where we were greeted with…
…the destruction of Georgetown. Too bad it looks so friggin cool. I’m sure some really great condos will go in here in short order. Jerks.
And thats the end of the picture taking. After that we went into the 9lb Hammer, killed a few pitchers and wandered back up Capitol Hill well after dark. Big props to Andy who I conned into coming out, and conned again to coming further still to Georgetown. That guy was a good sport with that crappy hotel loaner bike and its couch like seat. I know he was sore (aka incapacitated on pain killers) the next day but he wanted me to pass along what a good time he had. Welcome to Jeff who was brand new and stumbled across the ride. Welcome Meg who would later detonate her freewheel mid ride at the bottom of 12th and Jackson. It was really nice to meet you all and hope we didn’t scare you off.