A Couple Thoughts on a Friday
Here at Riding Dirty, we have a page dedicated to trail systems local to the PHX. Like any other red blooded American, spend a lot of time fantasizing about rides. I thought it might be fun to also post a link to some of the bad ideas of come up with through the years. Some of them have been used and are tried and true. Others exist as a figment of my imagination. Many of the rides revolve around trips from my house or work, friends houses or other destinations of interest. For more of my stupid ideas, check out my Strava account for a laugh or two. Here's a sampling:
The second thought revolves around night riding. Since summers are a bit tough here in Arizona, we tend to seek out the trails at night. Year round, we have a standing Thursday night ride. Unfortunately, I had to miss out due to family obligations last night but our own Solar Wind managed to capture some of the Usery/Hawes action last night. I think it captures the essence of what our Thursdays are all about (with the exception of the post ride cocktail or two). Hopefully, you find it entertaining.
Neil Peart Memorial Ride
It's a test of ultimate will
The heartbreak climb uphill
Got to pick up the pace
If you want to stay in the race
More than just blind ambition
More than just simple greed
More than just a finish line
Must feed this burning need
In the long run -
Like many Rush fans, I spent the day in mourning on Friday. Word came out that Neil Peart from Rush, who was one of my personal heroes growing up, had passed away. I was fortunate enough to see them on their second to last date in California years ago and always made the assumption that the talk of not touring again was just talk. Many of the songs from Rush formed the foundation of my formative years and many of the lyrics he wrote provoked (and continue to provoke) thought and provide inspiration even to today.
Rather that pissing and moaning over the loss of a hero, we rallied the troops on Saturday. It was a small but aggressively crazy group comprised of fellow Rush fans Ryan, Scotty B and the Strat Man. As a part of the agenda behind the ride, we agreed to jam nothing but Rush through the mini speaker. As usual, our stomping grounds for the day was Brown's.
We had agreed to meet at the main lot at 8.30 because it was as cold as a witches tit. At some point, it was agreed upon that we would attempt to do a loop of the entire park. Ryan had the (mis)fortune on being on my fat bike since his trusty SS was stolen over the holidays. There was plenty of hooting, hollering and air jamming to be had during the ride. Good times.
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