A hell of a time on the Social Ride

Holy shit I had a great time last night on the social ride. We were running a bit late and didn't make it to the bridge in time but luckly ran into the people just as they were leaving. There were probably upwards of 100 people in the group when my little crew met up with the them as they were heading east on Caesar Chavez, and from there it was up through campus for a big loop back down again to downtown and the Jackelope.

The ride through campus was somewhat hairy due to the fact that it's GRADUATION season and lots of giddy young adults in shiny gowns and flat hats were celebrating their purchase of the most expensive slip of paper they'll probably ever own, but thankfully there weren't any major crashes or tangles along the route. Lots of congratulation/heckling ensued as we navigated our way through double-parked SUVs and proud parents, it was a blast. After rounding the top of the loop at Dean Keaton, Brooks led the pack back down San Jacinto past the capitol and down to the 6th Street area, where we descended on the Jackelope like a pack of hyenas, thirsting for CHEAP BEER! I'm serious, as deep as this ride rolls these days nary a railway nor bike rack is safe when we're around.

Keith was there before us in true bar-tender fashion, checking IDs, facilitating the free beer and making sure everybody was throwing the bucks in the tip jar. Thanks for taking care of the people on the other side of the bar, y'all. The more we tip the more apt they are to keep the free beer flowing, and that's a WIN-WIN situation in my opinion. Unfortunately not all was wine and roses at the bar stop, as several riders decided to partake in the illicit substances in the alleyway behind the bar and were discovered (and ticketed) by the APD. Remember that the alleys on each side of 6th are thoroughfares for bike cops and pedicabs so watch your asses folks! After killing the free beer and getting our fill of DOLLAR TALLBOYS and $2 drafts (the Jackelope does not fuck around) several of us took off to meet up at a south side pool spot for an after-ride BBQ/pool party.

After searching the wrong apartment complex in vain we finally managed to meet up with the pool partiers and engage in our share of wanton nudity, drunken swimming and lavicious behavior. What, it's how we roll. I could tell you more about what went down afterward but I'm not going to; if you want to find out you'll just have to come on the rides with us. Lets just say that gin, nudity, box wine, grilled hamburgers, lonestar beer, a lit swimming pool and lots of tipsy, sweaty, sexy bikers in little to no clothing makes for the best after-parties.