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Share your best bike story with the board, /n/.
This one happened last night.
>agree to attend group "ride" which is not really a ride at all but more of a rolling music-festival style party/nighttime critical mass thing
>live in the next town over, decide to bike in for it
>rally point is 22 km away
>I'm loaded for bear in terms of supplies, my bag is full of tubes, CO2, camelback, tools, etc
>wearing an athletic shirt and bike shorts but underneath a track jacket and normie shorts so as not to look like a fuckin' tryhard
>roll out, meet up with massive crew of cyclists and friends
>we set out
>it's congested as fuck
>there are hot grills in yoga pants tho so it's pretty sweet
>some cagers nearly shit their pants in temper tantrums when their progress is impeded by the human river; one thug looking dude gets out of his car and goes full dad-mode at the top of their lungs
>"CLEAR THE ROAD, YOU ARE IMPEDING TRAFFIC, YOU DON'T PAY TAXES"
>lol.exe
>everyone's high and drunk as fuck after our first rest stop at a playground
>we roll on
>there are several hundred riders in the parade
>children come out to see us, adults drinking come out on their lawns, one unfortunate soul who looked like he was buying sex from a hooker was passed by hundreds of jeering cyclists
>children are unaware that this moment is brought to them by copious amounts of liquor and illicit substances, it's beautiful
>move up to front of ride near the music trikes
cont
This one happened last night.
>agree to attend group "ride" which is not really a ride at all but more of a rolling music-festival style party/nighttime critical mass thing
>live in the next town over, decide to bike in for it
>rally point is 22 km away
>I'm loaded for bear in terms of supplies, my bag is full of tubes, CO2, camelback, tools, etc
>wearing an athletic shirt and bike shorts but underneath a track jacket and normie shorts so as not to look like a fuckin' tryhard
>roll out, meet up with massive crew of cyclists and friends
>we set out
>it's congested as fuck
>there are hot grills in yoga pants tho so it's pretty sweet
>some cagers nearly shit their pants in temper tantrums when their progress is impeded by the human river; one thug looking dude gets out of his car and goes full dad-mode at the top of their lungs
>"CLEAR THE ROAD, YOU ARE IMPEDING TRAFFIC, YOU DON'T PAY TAXES"
>lol.exe
>everyone's high and drunk as fuck after our first rest stop at a playground
>we roll on
>there are several hundred riders in the parade
>children come out to see us, adults drinking come out on their lawns, one unfortunate soul who looked like he was buying sex from a hooker was passed by hundreds of jeering cyclists
>children are unaware that this moment is brought to them by copious amounts of liquor and illicit substances, it's beautiful
>move up to front of ride near the music trikes
cont
