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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