Zack my young neighbor is a bmx rider. He hears about our night and or weekend rides and has been bugging me to set him up on one of my spare bikes and take him on a ride.
Late yesterday afternoon found him at my front door reminding me that I told him we would do a full moon ride. We agreed to do five or six miles to the hurricane barrier and back.
The hurricane barrier protection the New Bedford, Ma. Harbor
On the way home he had a hankerin' to eat shit, (McDonnalds), which I tried to talk him out of, to no avail. That's when another rider called for our location so he could join us. I was ready to head home but decided to tag along for the extended version. We turned it into a 13 mile hammerfest. The town streets and lots of the shopping centers were pretty much deserted which allowed us to cut loose.
Around 9:30 the clouds moved in and it started getting cold. Poor Zack was begging for mercy so we called it a night with the suggestion that his next birthday or Christmas gift should be a "real bike".
Funny how these things happen. It was a night I really did not feel like riding and it turned into one of the best. Go Figure.