Well, the law of averages with respect to bikes breaking down had to eventually catch up with us and tonight it did at Brighton. At about the furthest point you could imagine from where the trailhead was, E decided to grind his chain and derailleur to bits. His third derailleur is the word on the street. Easy there big fella. The bike tour grilling time was kicked up a notch tonight as Mark C. grilled up some fine burgers and dogs after the ride. A warning to those future grilling hosts, as Marty Mornhinweg says, "the bar is high!"
Lastly, in attendance tonight was the cooler that has been through the college wars (actually taken from the college) and is still taking care of business with the cold beverages today. I am guessing Mark has taken it as far west as Venice Beach and as far east as Winslow, Maine. That is a sweet Firm sticker on the cover!
Trail Head
