Kicking off Memorial Weekend with a DSR

Keith goes over the basics and what to expect on the route.


Then, we're off.


We always tend to plan these things near a full moon. This is somewhat intentional, I think.


Parked at the rest stop about halfway through the ride.


Darius From Above. Accomplished with a 10-second timer and waving my tripod high above my head.


Obligatory group photo.


"Only" two mechanical failures. Dave flatted (easily fixed). Nan's stem stripped out during a hard climb, and the stem cap bolt just wouldn't bite. Handlebars flopping up and down? Deal-breaker. My own stem cap was held in with much longer bolts, so I swapped one of mine for one of hers. My stem bolt was able to hold things together, fortunately. Her bolt was long enough that it worked fine in my stem. I have spares for it back at home.


One of my favorite parts of the ride is where everyone cranked up the tunes on their phones as we split up into smaller groups. Tinny music of all kinds emanated from tin-can speakers in handlebar bags and jersey pockets.

I had to swing by the pharmacy on the way home, and snapped this. I ended up with just a little over 60 miles today by the time I finished up. By the time the night was over, I was limping home on my blackburn flea blinking very dimly, and my Mini-Mag providing just enough light to spot pot-holes ahead of me at 12 MPH.


More homeward commute railway hotness.


Random Tunage:
Burn In Noise - Raca
Robert Miles - Children (Inpetto Remix)