Tonight my friend Christy picked me up from work and drove me home. Then she, myself and two of my roommates Susan and Anne all went for a bike ride. It was so much fun. Anne and Christy are training for a triathlon, I'm pretending to train, and Susan is just wanting to ride her bike.
Two road bikes, a cruising bike, and me on my tricked out mountain bike. The only thing really tricked out about it is that I have road slicks on it instead of the big knobbly mountain bike tires. Well that and the fact that my bike is red and black, my helmet is red and black and my gloves are red and black.
Because my bike is the smallest of the four, I found myself in the back of the pack pretty much the whole time. But that was fine. I thought of myself as the red caboose. We hit a really great trail near our house and except for the masses of gnats we kept running into, it was a great ride.
Then we came home and undid all of the calorie burning by eating Pollo Rico. It's this amazing Peruvian rotisserie chicken place near our house where the boys think the gringas are cute (even when we come in after an hour long bike ride) and the chicken is amazing. And the fries are amazing. And the dipping sauce is amazing (both green and yellow kinds). And the coleslaw is okay.
Ay yi yi for the Biker Banditas!