Being shy and all, I try to stay under the radar. Well most of you know that. But it seemed that everywhere we went last night, a lot of people knew me. Go figure.
I got a call from Johnny F who rode with us in NYC, he wanted to go out for a beer and some tapas.
"Sure, I'll ride my bike and meet you there". "Ya know, that's a good idea", says Johnny. "I'll drive to your house and we'll ride to Elizabeths Bistro together"
We had some lobstah and chowdah, a couple of glasses of sweet Riesling and decided to head into New Bedford to Antonios, a popular Portuguese place. Johnny wanted to ride back to my house and drive there.
"Why not bike"
"I don't know, it's dark and kinda dangerous"
"Don't worry, I'll find us a good route"
We got there with no problem after I led us on a quiet safe route . Some bike path, some sidwalk (over the bridge) and the rest on industrial roads that had no traffic at all.
After an hour it was time to go home. Johnny wanted to go back to Fairhaven and maybe stop at "The Bridge St. Station". Fine is kind with me.
After the Station it was Pumpernickles, then "The Capeway", "Ebb Tide" "The Tavern on the Neck". and finally home. Sort of. Remember wifey is away.
This was the new take on the Pub Crawl. But we did it on bikes. Last March, Brandon and I did a similar ride and Johnny ,who was at Antonios, took our bikes away from us, put them in the back of his truck and drove us home. (It was Absolute Vodka promotion night). Well Johnny is one of us now.
Resistance is Futile.