So we decided to say, "To hell with this shoddy weather business," and took matters into our own hands. Although we had no steeds or swords, we had brawn and sheer determination. We also heard there was a KISS cover band playing at a bar in the Cleveland area.
And since the woods were wet, and we live in the tri-state area, we knew there was only one place to go to get the feeling and speed of trails, and that's Ray's Mountain Bike Park. Thanks to Bobby and Ray and everyone there for creating such a bad ass place for so many people to enjoy.
After the park, we followed our fearless leader Justin Simpson to the Sly Fox to see Mr. Speed, the aforementioned cover band do their jobs, which they had proudly been doing for fifteen years. Although a slight disagreement between myself and the band cause me to be removed from the premises, I have to say Mr. Speed can rock some ass. Sorry no riding pictures. I have some footage of the whole weekend that I'll be slapping together, but now it's time to go watch the Browns get their rears shoved into their ears.
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