So, the latest Cycle Memphis ride went off without a hitch last Saturday - unless you count Jason hypnotizing Rem with phat beats so that he crashed into the boom-box trailer.
That sentence makes sense, I swear.
Anyways, the ride was pretty much how it always is: critical mass without calling it that. The pace was...We'll say...leisurely. Twelve miles per hour is leisurely, right? Little less turnout than usual, but there was alotta bike stuff goin' on that day already, plus the little cold snap. Kermit did manage to grab a few videos of Cara doin' what she does best: ridin' fakie, tire slides, rollouts. She makes it look so smooth! Check it out:
Butterrrrr.
No comments:
Post a Comment