It is not without a healthy amount of shame that I admit for literally the first time that this rain is starting to wear me down. Every pair of shoes I own have been wet for what feels like weeks, I’ve resorted to wearing snowshoeing pants on my commute and, worst of all, how the fuck am I supposed to mark the course for our upcoming super rad urban ‘cross race if it won’t stop raining for a half hour at a time?
I mean, what the hell is wrong with the world when a man can’t ride his bike around painting bright green shamrocks all over the city?
I just want to help my friends get rad. Is that too much to ask?
You might all be roaming the city following vaguely arrow-shaped green puddles tomorrow, but we’ll have a good time no matter what. March can eat a dick. Let’s ride bikes and get drunk. Won’t you join me?
The Ides of March
2 hour-ish urban ‘cross race.
Saturday, March 17th
Schooner Exact Brewing
Meet at noon, race at 1
$5