Mood:
chillin'Topic: Cycling
It was 1977 (I think).
We were on our way to Little Rock . . . I THINK it was for a century ride (my first) with the Arkansas Bicycle Club. Mark had borrowed the shop van from the Highroller Cyclery to transport our bikes - we had some in the back and some on the roof rack. We needed beer to ice down for later at the hotel and were pulling into a drive-thru liquor store on Highway 71 South when - as we were driving up to the drive-thru window that was beneath an overhang that was significantly LOWER than the height of our bicycles - I reminded Mark that we had several thousand dollars worth of bicycles (including my almost brand-new Raleigh Pro) on the roof rack.
The brakes on the old shop van worked remarkably well. The front wheel of my Pro was a good six-inches from the roof when we stopped!
Oh yeah, those were the days alright!