On Sunday, I'd volunteered to help marshal the 321 Ride
. As a noob marshal, they paired me with Mikhail and we were stationed out in Highland Park. It was a hairpin, 180 degree turn in the park where if a cyclist took this turn too fast, they'd have a bad time. So, our job was to slow them down, verbally. I suppose we did a good job, as no one ate pavement that morning on that bend.
Afterwards, we rode back to the starting point and snacked and socialized. I got a massage from a tattooed man in a utilikilt. Yeah!
On our way out to Highland Park, I needed a bathroom and I asked Mikhail if we could stop at Tazza D'Orro. Unfortunately, this would not count for a Coffeeneuring stop because we were just using the bathrooms for bladder relief and a place to take layers off as the temperature was rising.
Afterwards, Marko, Geoffrey and I rode over to Market Square for Coffeeneuring stop #2
|My official Coffeeneuring socks|
Monday, was a holiday and I had the day off from work, so Marko and I needed to get out and ride, find coffee and enjoy the weather. We stopped for coffee at Schenley Plaza. I noticed that Conflict Kitchen had a one-day Indigenous Peoples Day menu
with things like venison stew, pemmican and other Native American dishes.
I like that more folks are using this day to honor Native Americans and shunning the tradition of Columbus Day.
I asked Marko to swing back to Conflict Kitchen after our ride when the line wasn't 30 people deep.
We hit a few hills, saw some lovely vistas too.
After our ride, we ate venison stew, pemmican with fry bread and an all-too-sweet okdeahgi (root) tea. We weren't sure if it was sassafras, sarsaparilla or licorice, the sugar overpowered the flavor. I think that counts as a coffeeneuring stop too, but rules are rules and we could only count one stop today.
Good, interesting foods with good, interesting company.