THE BIRTHDAY RIDE
You ask a couple friends to pony up and go out on a sunset ride on Sunday evening and you’re gonna get groans or excuses.
When it’s a Birthday ride (or Birthday eve, in my case), they’re on it.
I’ve got good friends.
And I made sure they knew that when we got to the ride’s turnaround, rest stop at “the fire lookout.” Out came the trusty Surly flask full of Bushmills and we all got really present and I thanked them for being there for me. In a fairly un-grounded, unpredictable year, they were always dependable. That matters.
Whether it’s spoken or not, whether it’s toasted with whisky or not, that’s what the birthday ride means.
The Birthday ride always ends up being more than just a ride, because my riding buddies are more than just buddies.