That last post notwithstanding, my bicycling life is not entirely about commuting and shopping. Sometimes it’s about heading out into the countryside and getting dropped:
That guy up ahead receding into the distance is one of our frequent commenters here, “LVC.” He’s pulling away on that little rise on McKenzie View. I met LVC just a few weeks ago. This was our second ride together. By the way, LVC has a bike blog of his own (see his post about this ride).
It’s a strange thing: You people who comment here, I feel like I know you. A few of you I have met briefly. Others I’ve e-mailed with. Others I’ve discovered are friends of friends — which always happens in Eugene. You cross paths with someone and discover you know people in common.
So I started thinking about organizing a ride — so I can meet some of you and you can meet me and we can all meet each other and be reassured that we’re not just a bunch of bots.
I was thinking a fun, easy ride around the Riverbank Trail or something, ending up at Sam Bonds or the Ninkasi tasting room for a beer and a warm meal.
All kinds and styles of bikes would be welcome: Bakefeits, fixies, old cruisers, squeaky retro Schwinn 3-speeds, bikes with kids on them, and of course — I hope this goes without saying — bikes with milk crates.
On the other hand, maybe it should be a real, live Tour de Milk Crate — the only requirement being that you somehow transport a milk crate for the entire length of the ride. Who knows? This is only a little baby chick of an idea, hatched as I rode McKenzie View with LVC yesterday.