Rachelle and I rode our bikes to Folsom for dinner tonight. It's a 10 minute ride to Old Folsom and a 30 minute ride/walk home. Basically the difference between "downhill" and "uphill". And the two beers at Q'bole. And the Mexican food. Damn, I'm getting hungry again.
We decided to ride our bikes because it was Thursday Night Market and there is no friggin' place to park. I'm not quite sure why it's so crowded up there because there's nothing even remotely interesting to do. It's three blocks of booths filled with crappy crafts and free chiropractic evaluations. There is one massage booth, but I don't think they offer a "happy ending". Unless you're in the market for used Aloha shirts, henna tattoos or incense, there ain't much for you. Still, it's better than sitting at home watching re-runs of Fear Factor.
Anyway, the ride/push back up the hill was a blast. And it's a lot harder to fall off the bike on the slippery gravel and rocks if you're already walking.
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