Ec velo rides the cursed trail tonight - the Chippewa River Trail. Every time it is a flat tire festival. Why, why, why? Glass, thorns, cursed.
The group rides past Caryville to a spot along the Chippewa River. All is dark. No one can see the briars: many casulties, almost lost some eyes. Fire time on the Chip. Peaceful, quiet, except for a bunch of billigerant bikers. No potable water, just beer. Then a quick-long ride back: three more flat tires, no joke. Much stargazing - getting cloudy now, though. Our clothes smell of campfire.
Beware, the ValleyCat is in the atmosphere.
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