Long Live Long Rides
Join Date: Apr 2004
Bikes: 1988 Specialized Rockhopper Comp, converted for touring/commuting. 1984 Raleigh Team USA road bike.
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Several years ago I was riding back to KC from Denver. It was at night when I stopped to, well, use the facilities. My bike was laid down and my rear blinkie was still on.
A car drove by and saw my bike. They stopped. I hurried over to my bike to find 3 guys looking at it. After talking for a minute I found out one was the town doctor, one was the doctors brother, and the the other was a best friend. It was about 2am. The VFW had closed and they were headed to the local bar to finish the night. They invited me along. Cautiously I followed.
We sat in the bar all night and talked about my ride, where I had been, camping, people, things I had seen. They bought me beer after beer. When I left, it was about 4:30am. They drove (and I followed on my bike) to the nearest city park. I pitched my tent and quickly passed out. I was plowed.
The next late morning I woke up to the sound of playing kids. The park was open and I was about 20 yards from the public pool.
I made a vow......Always pitch my tent FIRST! Beers second!!