We met at 2pm at Tabor. I amazed myself by riding all the way to the pavilion without walking. On arrival, I was delighted to see a swell amount of cutely-clad riders. It's interesting to see each person's interpretation of tweed type apparel. I was most impressed with Kirk, who showed up on a Penny Farthing. This thing makes fixed gears look like a walk in the park.
Kirk's bad-assery aside, a young buck on a sexy little black track bike caught my eye. He had the style down pat and I especially appreciated seeing an old style track bike. Also, not surprisingly, the Self Appointed President for life (SAP) of the Society Of Three Speeds (SOTs) was in attendance. I somehow managed not to snap his photo, so will leave it up to your imagination.
I heard one woman exclaim "I love this town!" on seeing us pass. Another gentleman told his friends "Look, it's the Tweed Ride!". What a thrill to be recognized. Then, the highlight of my day happened. Just when I thought I couldn't get any higher. A friend and customer from the shop saw me and yelled "Maria! You were right about the tires, I loved them at Rickreall!". Are these worlds colliding or is it all one world?