“Let’s do night rides.”
“And then next spring do a group trip to Moab.”
Lots of these conversations occurred while shuttling to the Wednesday Night Ride locations around the Gallatin Valley. I remember thinking, “finally, a social network and cool new friends”.
Looking back now that there is snow everywhere is how I really knew that it was all a mirage. After the last two or three rides were canceled the airwaves went silent. Now I wonder if this summer was just a dream. Oh well, getting on the fat bike for lone rides into the darkness.
