When Life Gives You Lemons...
Spring break for me normally means tagging along with the wife and girls for some fun out in California. Days at the beach and pool. Nights by the firepit, beer in hand. Unfortunately, given some issues with staffing in my office right now, I didn't have the luxury of taking the time off to head to Cali.
Saturday morning saw the wife and kids hit the road. My wife let me know on short notice that she was still going to go so I didn't have the lead time in planning that I normally do for this type of situation. Nothing was really coming together on Saturday so I binge cleaned my house. I talked to the Gov a bit on Saturday morning and bounced the idea of bombing the canal by our house up to the airport to grab a bit of Barrio Brewing. Finally, a partner in crime.
Kids were napping and we hit the road. After some finagling our way through the myriad of canals and roads to get there, we were greeted with some of Tucson's finest beers in a great setting by Mesa/Gateway Field.
After a couple brews, we decided to ride back into increasing cloudiness. No one that lives in Arizona puts much stock in the weather forecast when they call for rain but towards the end, we started to get spritzed on. Of course, when the weather turns, something mechanical inevitably happens. Sure enough, I wind up flatting. Fortunately, even though I had switched to what I was advised by someone who will remain nameless would be a foolproof system, I had an extra tube with me. A few thousand pumps later and I was back on the trail to more beer in my fridge.
Sunday opened with a more well formed action plan. Or at least that's what Scotty B, Baker, Bryan Doyle and I thought. The idea was to throw down a chunk of Brown's. Unfortunately, the unreliable Arizona weather that I mentioned earlier reared its ugly head. Hey, you take rain when you get it. Fortunately, Brown's and the decomposing granite that it consists of drains super well. Ride on.
It wouldn't be a Sunday funday without a couple of post ride barley pops with the Gov. Viet even made an appearance.
Riding Dusty Mexican Borderlines
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