Getting a ride together is a delicate thing. The person that gets the ball rolling is always walking a tight wire between what they want, and what everyone else wants. It is a thankless job that if done well, never gets mentioned. When the problems arise the organizer gets the tar and feathers. Big Worm is our scout master and he does the job without any fanfare. He is also the best mechanic in town, which means that after organizing all the rides, he gets to diagnose every one's bike problems. Usually this all goes down without a hitch, but today there was some drama. The ride came together late, everyone had an idea of what they wanted, and we had some dissension and desertion. It was heated, but we will ride Tuesday and all will be forgiven.I have been hearing about a mythical house, from a legendary ride, I missed with Mingo and Mirco last year. I have been bugging Worm and Mingo a long time to go back out there. There was some weirdness but I was so stoked to do something different and (for the first time ever) everything rolled off me. The ride was brutal hot, the mosquitoes where Jumangiesc, but the payoff was worth it.
W.B.Z.N.
