Cinco de Maio

It was like the first day of summer vacation

Four friends on four bikes. Blue sky. And a vague destination in mind. Friday night after work four Flextroids set off from the Yesler buidling in search of margaritas in Georgetown. Along the way we relived childhood bike fantasies galore.
Led by intrepid Jazz Navigator Emily we trailblazed unfinished sections of the Chief Sealth; spent a glorious hour zig zagging the ridge of Beacon hill looking for the 'secret' way down to Georgetown; raced sprints to the red lights and finally locked our rides to the fence of Stella pizza on Airport way.

I know you really can't plan this stuff. But I hope it happens again...