I live in a house with 3 other cyclists. We affectionately call ourselves “A Bike House”. Not the bike house.

We have a little thing we call Patrol. Which is a call to action to ride.

I came home from a pub quiz and found all my roommates at home. The night air was calling to me so I rallied the troops. 4 bikes, a few full beer tubes, and one dog rolled out of the house into a damp yet warm Spring night.

Buckley at 14 MPH

Photo by Kstoerz

We hit up a few parks, creeks, and waterfalls. Minnehaha Parkway trail was deep in fog. My headlight looked like a laser beam as it tried to predict the hills, turns, and curbcuts we had to navigate. I felt like I was playing Mariokart.

When Pete and I got home we made a frozen pizza and a jug of purple stuff. Then we played some Super Adventure Island for the SNES.