Sunday I got up and and promptly abandoned my Slow Sunday ride. (And so did everyone else apparently). I was hung over and it was totally pissing out. Getting caught out in the rain is one thing. Going out into it is something totally different. Evidently everyone else bailed too.
Around 3pm Aden called me and told me to come down to Gasworks Park where the annual Cargo Bike ride had terminated. It’d stopped raining by then and the sun had come out so I stopped by Eastlake Market, loaded up on PBR and hotdogs and dry socks and headed out there.
There were quite a few people out there. I didn’t stay long, and was getting creeped out by the homeless guys hovering around the outside waiting for us to leave. They were getting braver as time went on – they’d dart in and help themselves to beer or cider and food or whatever and then dart back out again. I don’t really care, but it was strange. They sort of hovered on the outside, as if saying “yeah thats great, bring your food and booze in and have a little party here, but this is our home and we’d like you to go now.”
Interestingly enough I sometimes had a hard time determining who was homeless and who was part of the ride. I had this older guy talking to me at one of the fires sort of crazy like, and realized after a bit he was actually a cyclist. I think. HA! I headed home, stopped by the Zoo for a couple pints and then to home where I racked out early (9:30?).
I need to ride more.