I want to hear all about how awesome the ride was.

The .84 ride was fun. My head kind of hurts though.

There was nothing awesome about that ride.

cobblestone hill and magic parking lot were asshole moves

sorry we don't all have little burley trailers to haul our gigantic wangers around in, princess Mr. 75 Dollars

sorry it was too much for your vag to handle.

It was pretty awesome. We rode the SLUT (dane went boom, heh), went to REI, rode teh Ghettodrome, meandered up into Queen Anne, hung out up at the eastern overlook park, cruised up into Fremont to find the new park (still fenced off, but intruiging) and then roly poly'd into Ballard in time to go to the Calendar Release party. Not a lot of miles and only moderate amounts complaining & getting lost (trying to find the 99 flyover, find the new park, riding right past the bar, etc).
Good times.

No, fuck that. I will go anywhere and do anything that THE GROUP wants to do. The attitude of "I don't give a shit what anyone else wants, I'm doing this and if you don't want to fuck off" is the fucking STUPIDEST thing I've ever heard in my whole fucking life. I don't care how long you've been riding point83, if you fucking think that is an acceptable way to lead this group you obviously have no idea what this group is about.

No, fuck that. I will go anywhere and do anything that THE GROUP wants to do. The attitude of "I don't give a shit what anyone else wants, I'm doing this and if you don't want to fuck off" is the fucking STUPIDEST thing I've ever heard in my whole fucking life. I don't care how long you've been riding point83, if you fucking think that is an acceptable way to lead this group you obviously have no idea what this group is about.

stfu and ride.

Did i mention how fun the .84 ride was last night?

the good old days?

With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.

Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a mighty lift
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:--
'O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.

'Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy
For a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air!'

Say, heart, is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss?
'Tis more than skating, bound
Steel-shod to the level ground.

Speed slackens now, I float
Awhile in my airy boat;
Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,
My feet to the treadles fall.

Alas, that the longest hill
Must end in a vale; but still,
Who climbs with toil, wheresoe'er,
Shall find wings waiting there.

turns out THE GROUP generally doesn't have a clue what they want to do, other than mostly avoid hills and go to the same places they know and can agree on. hell, THE GROUP would rather stay home and watch tv and eat cheetoes than ride a bike.

popular democracy takes too long on a cold night. stfu and ride.

You're right Lee, everyone who comes out in the winter would rather be sitting at home doing nothing. We only come out so that you can lead us around fucking aimlessly, with no clear destination, trying as hard as you can to show us what a great biker you are. No one comes out for a fun ride with fun people. Our only desire is to chase your stupid ass around. Without your perfect wisdom, we would would scatter to the wind like seeds of a dandelion.