we ended the wayhigh evening cross rides in style last night. promises of birthday gifts coaxed the lilypad lurker out of hiding. a fine crew for the final 515.
with lily in his fresh new birthday jersey, meriwether sporting some tall socks and i in my white leather hairnet, we blazed the original route getting back to ned just as darkness set in. the trails were amazingly tacky and fun was had by all.
post-ride pizza and beers followed. the asher grenade double ipa was worthy (and it’s organic, so it’s better). the powers and smrp joined us for the refuel portion of the evening. powers declared the stone imperial russian stout a worthy alternative to her favorite ($16 for a 12oz bottle) port older viscosity. thank allah. discussions of transitioning into s*w night rides, dog food and backcountry skiing kept us lingering, until juan-e-law showed up and refused to take his hand away from his piece. once he and his partner headed 
back to the cop shop with their pizza, we knew it was time to make our getaway.
steel*wool 
FUN!
lilypad lurker. that’s a common name. seeing chase was the perfect ending to the evening…we must do it again and this time demi and her mommy should be there. and the wiiiiiiild mustangs, too, of course. and jackson the hockey player and lucy devil dog. 🙂