Today I rode Cranksgiving, which is a food drive bike race through the city. I didn’t try riding the fastest, because I wanted to ride with friends Sam and Tony, who were riding together on an Xtracycle. For them this meant putting out way more effort for zero gain, unless you count the pure spectacle as gain.
We ran the B route, which we called B+, because the B route required 5 stops and we made 8.
Why so many? Why not? It was for a good cause. One if the finishing prizes was for Largest Haul, so on the last stop before we dropped all of our food I ran in and picked up 8 bottles of juice, each weighing 4.5 lbs a piece.
I thought I’d have some stiff competition, but what some may call overkill, I call feeding the hungry for Thanksgiving.
My official haul, when all was said and done, was 40lbs. Second place was some 26lbs below me. I wish I would have remembered to take a picture of my bag.
Today was a perfect day to ride, too. I don’t ride many alleycats through the year, but Cranksgiving is one that has a special place in my heart.