Blair Taco Project

No photos from this week’s Taco Ride. This week was all about moving.

Max, Chad and I rode one of the most intense and focused Taco rides I’ve ever been on. We started early, dug straight in and didn’t emerge on safe pavement until we were wiped out and buzzing like killer bees. There were multiple crashes, too many close calls, and a punched saguaro by Chad (see 3:30 for his painful scream while taking his glove off with spines in it). A trip to urgent care the next day got the last remaining spine out of his hand.

This is a special ride, and I hope the video gives a small glance at the beautiful mayhem that seems to always ensue on Tuesday nights. Missing from the video are various exclamations, exhortations, harassments and other audio. You’ll just have to imagine them. I got tired of fighting with the video editing software to get it to properly mix them in with the audio. Computers, you win again! Actually, we won with this amazing ride. For the first time in over a month, I felt like myself, going into it and on the bike. I’m not completely back, but progress is measurable.

I’m going to miss crashing at Chad’s place and being so close to the Taco ride, the 50 year trail and everything else that side of town has to offer. Not to mention being close to Chad’s energy and endless sense of humor. I’m sure I’ll be back for more Tacos, though.