30 some miles in the Sacramento area.
Halloween eve. Sunday, October 30th
Some inspired person in the road club with which I occasionally hang posted a 'wear your costumes' ride.
I found wild print spandex tights, a tie dye shirt, yellow face paint. Kind of a minimalist clown.
|Holy cow. That was louder than I thought it was!|
A Whoopie cushion.
A couple of cats.
ET in a bicycle basket.
A man in a tutu with fetching socks.
Pink feather boas, a pregnant Posh, and other assorted lunatics. I felt right at home.
|There is a little ET doll, wrapped in a blanket, in the basket.|
|Darling, your sock is crooked.|
|We flew our freak flags all around downtown Sacramento.|
|Observe the fetching hat perched on the helmet. It had feathers and everything!|
And best of all, at a regroup spot, I got to say, "Death and the Whoopie Cushion are behind me."
I think that, to pedesterians, groups of bicyclists are something to be "not seen". Peds only notice us when we are in the way. So the clown honked his horn and I rang the bell and waved.
It was interesting to see the reactions or non-reactions of other bike trail users. About half would not make eye contact. The other half were divided between blank stares and cheers and laughter. One guy was having a Very Bad Day and referred to us collectively as feminine hygiene products of the liquid persuasion. You, sir, are the douche. Not us.
I had some kind of nearly catastrophic derailler thing about 8 miles from the end of the ride. So I limped home. I'm pretty sure it is the derailler and not the chain. Sigh. I think this time will be a trip to the shop.
Anyway, I had a great time and my yellow facepaint pretty much stayed on the entire time. Hurrah for $3 drugstore Halloween makeup kits.