I had a really great time on the Mass Red Ribbon Ride. I kept a little journal thing of the ride, then I lost it, here’s a close retelling.
Just to skip ahead a bit, the coolest thing I saw was a trailer home painted like a cow, covered in spots with a head towards the front and a tail at the back, I wish I had a picture.

Pre-Ride
After a pleasant stay at the Crown Plaza Hotel, we took the shuttle over to the staging ground for our grand send-off. At this point I seriously questioned my desicion to drink those two tasty Sam Adams from the charming hotel bar, although happy I refused the shots of Jager that were proposed by a local drunkard as good luck for the ride. Anyways, the beer set into my brain and went on to elaborate on my anxieties in a series of bizzare dreams. The best that I can remember without revealing to much about ole Nate’s thinky-box was a dream where I showed up to the race to discover that instead of the 225 bike race I had anticipated, I had indeed signed up for a 225 mile road race, ouch! I’m not sure how I got out of that one, but my shaky nerves continued to conjure up wacky dreams until morning seeped in.
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