I think it was on Sunday. Probably it was on Sunday because I think the Tiger was with us...we were riding into some town, Sheldon? And we were beaver-regrouping at a Casey's on the edge of town. But there was no Too Much.
What had happened?
Soon, the Tiger arrived and told us that Too Much had broken a spoke. He was fine, but it would take a bit longer than usual for him to limp into town.
We made a temporary dam in the parking lot and watched the mayhem. The Bad Boys were there and the whole Casey's parking lot looked like Spring Break Daytona Beach 1997! (That was a good year). We bought some snacks and a half-rack and hung out and watched bagger bikes topple over. We also made friends in the bathroom.
Finally Too Much arrived. He was cool. But he did need a bike shop, so we rode to the park, where Bike World was set up (we love Steve and Leeann) and Too Much got a new wheel. I hid in the trailer shade and took a pseudo nap.
Soon enough, Too Much had a new wheel and we were ready to ride! Yah! But, then, we got to the outskirts of town, and either there were already some beavers there? Or, we decided it looked like fun, so we stopped again.
This was a three-stop town (this is why we have to get up so early in the morning).
The golf course was fun. I got to introduce all the beavers to all the Des Moines bike folks I knew. And, they had good beverages and nice grass.
That Sunday was a double-mechanical day, which made it extra challenging, but when I think about that Casey's/nap/golf course, I do remember having some fun.
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