Last Nights Ride

It seemed like it was going to be rather uneventful.

Huge crowd.

Full of many obnoxious youngsters. But so it goes when such a huge crowd gathers.

But then...

We stopped at 7-11 across the street from Tin Can on Morgan Ford.

Hundreds of bikes covered the parking lot. Cars could not pull in. It seemed like something bad was surely going to happen.

But instead dancing happened. Freestyle bmx tricks happened. Back flips happened. One by a rather large, rather drunk man in white snake skin sandals and dress pants.

Who would have known?

And after that does it really matter what else happened?

No.