Enjoyable meet and greet with old bicycles at the beginning, dissolves rapidly into biking 2 miles to a bar, then to a park (for more alcohol), to another bar etc. So actually not much of a ride. I bailed out right at the point that intoxicated riders began to find it funny to walk around in their undergarments.
I mean I don't have a problem with a pint or two of a stout, I mean liquid carbs? Yes. But decorum and excess and all that.
Rode to a nice used book store. Riding in Iowa City is so fun. Traffic is calm and always neat places to ride.
I eventually finagled the pigeon back into the car and drove the hour or so back home. Having to basically re-tweak the front rod brakes every time the front wheel is removed to fit the thing in the car, that's a real hassle. If it wasn't 50 miles down and back on shoulderless 55mph byways I would've just rode it.
Then the next day I took the Pigeon and rode 40 miles out into the country. Much more enjoyable. I need to start packing actual nutrition, as I got a little ragged at the end.
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| met an otter at his creek. |
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