After the excitement of the canine variety, Erich, Chancey, Sirena, Kristin, and myself took off in the reverse direction. When we got to the West End, we decided to head up Summit. Mmm, Summit. Around the block, and Erich and I decided to hit up Brookstown. On the cruise back around West End Boulevard, Erich drop kicked a raccoon that was trying to throw sticks in our spokes. Erich's move was Matrix-esque...amazing! We regrouped at Mock Orange where I snapped these photos:
Kristin having immense amounts of fun!
No, I'm not checking the pits for stench, covering the lamphead. Erich....who knows?
We finished up the ride through Reynolda Village, Polo, and Peace Haven. With temps in the mid to upper twenties, the requisite warming of the toes in front of the fire:
3 comments:
that raccoon gave me el mal de ojo!
Great time on the bike. I think it stopped being cold after that third hill...
that's the spirit!
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