I apologize in advance for the suckitude of this post, I'm going to make this short, word wise anyway. I left Seattle right after my english class on Friday and drove straight through to Spokane. It was raining in Seattle when I left and as soon as I crossed the mountains it looked like this for the remainder of the drive.
Once there I broke out the bike and went for a ride from the house. Only a few miles on pavement to the High Drive trails and then many miles of sweet singletrack.
I don't remember there being near this many houses down there.
About to enter the land of shitastic mcmansions.
After bombing down Hatch at insane speeds I crossed over and worked my way back up to the top on trail. Popped back out at mcmansions once again.
Tired and slightly sunburned I hauled ass back to the house.
Saturday was the main event. I finally got to submit my application to become a lifetime member for life of the Fucking Bike Club.
I got there a little early...
..but was soon joined by a crowd.
When I stepped outside again I was treated to quite the bike pile.
We rolled to the fountain(fountain? there's been some changes in the last 6 years) 100 deep.
Once to the fountain we were given the destination, the Illinois Ave B&G. An easy roll along the Centennial Trail to get there.
This was my favorite bike pile of the night.
I left a little early. Waking a 5:30 and failing to get a nap was not the best plan. Here I am headed to bed, a little drunk and a lot tired.
Til next time...
Once there I broke out the bike and went for a ride from the house. Only a few miles on pavement to the High Drive trails and then many miles of sweet singletrack.
I don't remember there being near this many houses down there.
About to enter the land of shitastic mcmansions. 
After bombing down Hatch at insane speeds I crossed over and worked my way back up to the top on trail. Popped back out at mcmansions once again.
Tired and slightly sunburned I hauled ass back to the house.
Saturday was the main event. I finally got to submit my application to become a lifetime member for life of the Fucking Bike Club.
I got there a little early...
..but was soon joined by a crowd.
When I stepped outside again I was treated to quite the bike pile.
We rolled to the fountain(fountain? there's been some changes in the last 6 years) 100 deep.
Once to the fountain we were given the destination, the Illinois Ave B&G. An easy roll along the Centennial Trail to get there.
This was my favorite bike pile of the night.
I left a little early. Waking a 5:30 and failing to get a nap was not the best plan. Here I am headed to bed, a little drunk and a lot tired.
Til next time...
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