IT IS HARD TO RIDE WITH A CONSTRUCTED CHEESE PLATTER

There is one ride I would put in my top three.

Umm, it could be my number one.

The ride you have after you leave a party.

I had a beauty the other night.

A friend had a few people over for dinner.

Saturday night.

Mid-July.

28 degrees.

I knew it would be a great night, they always are.

Sit outside in the back.

Eat appetizers, drink, have a great dinner, and laugh.

I went for a nice ride during the day.

I got home, showered, packed my bag with beer, and a deconstructed Cheese Platter.

It is hard to ride with a constructed Cheese Platter.

Their place is just under an hour’s ride away.

It was a great night, but I knew the other party would soon start.

My ride home.

It was late when I left.

I clicked on my lights and put my now empty bag over my shoulder.

I thanked them and headed off.

The side streets were dark and empty.

It was just the crickets and me.

I made my way to the bike path, which would take me to the epic Champlain Bridge.

I knew I would have it for myself.

The only one to cross it on a bike this time of night.

I was.

I never saw a person.

Door to door.

In bed, sound asleep ten minutes later.

‘It is hard to ride with a constructed Cheese Platter’

Insert emoji wearing a party hat here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

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