I’m at home right now, typing this up and sipping a little umbrella drink while a bunch of people are out riding for 100 miles in the Boise foothills.
Here is what happened today.
Let’s start with the first two people I saw.
I am not 100% sure they were riding the JA100 because when I yelled “JACKASS” to them (at them) they looked perturbed.
I did take the thumbs up to mean we are all good.
No harm, no foul, right?
On no, they say he has to go …
Markzilla slyly acknowledging my snarky single speed comment.
A few more come trickling by including TP who looked at me with a WTF who are you look.
I guess he doesn’t recognize me with the new Santa Claus / Covid beard.
Brought a shit storm of riders.
I don’t know what was in the water, but the hand signal of choice was ‘hang loose’.
Then there was Andy …
DG in good form.
Tell me this is the son of Dan?
(I remember him from last year).
I think this answers the nature versus nurture question.
This is the type of behavior that is passed down from generation to generation.
Special mention to this guy.
That’s a lot of energy to be burning at mile 4.
Get back on that horse!
… and his friend thought it would be fun to try popping a wheelie too.
To everyone that participated.
Enjoy the pics. Do what you want with them.