Some of my coworkers came to me the other day and proposed that I join them for what they described as a “short fun ride” that would involve Tacos and booze. How long was the ride? 20 miles? How hard could that be?
There was maybe one or two moment of trepidation in my mind a few days before we were supposed to ride. I figured that since I can run for 13 miles, I should be able to ride 20 miles despite the fact that I haven’t ridden any serious distances ever. I like to live dangerously.
So the plan was to meet up near the trail head at around 5:00/5:15 pm and start ridding at 5:30 pm arrive for tacos around 7 pm. My colleague also made the interesting proposition that knowing that we should meet up at 5:15, and the drive to the meeting point takes 25 minutes, he should leave at 5 pm…
I am a punctual person, so obviously I got there at 5:05. So let’s take a guess, what are the chances that my colleagues made it on time? Here is a hint:
As it turns out, it was not entirely their fault. Apparently there was big crash on the highway and they got stuck in traffic. Then it took them another 20 minutes to get things together, so did not start ridding until like 6 pm.
Thursday night taco ride are supposedly quite popular, but since it was quite cold that day we did not see that many riders. Knowing that it was not going to get any warmer, I packed a thermos filled with some heart warming tea (earl grey, hot). My colleague decide that they would rather get drunk than to stay warm, and decided to pack beers. They kept complaining about how cold they felt when I was happily sipping on my tea.
We stopped halfway to Mineola at what they called “Margaritaville” for drink and share stories about the unfortunate places we have dropped our phones. I think one of my friend actually had a second beer and seemed to be buzzed already… A sign for things to come I suppose.
The last four miles to Mineola were nice and easy since it was all down hills, though it was getting dark pretty quickly. When I asked how good the tacos were my coworker assured me they were ” the worst in the world”… definitely drunk already…
Since this week the Halloween taco ride, pretty much everyone in the restaurant were in costumes. The tacos were actually very good and the margaritas are, as it turns out, not my thing. Two of my coworker drank a whole pitcher between the two of them, I had trouble finishing the one glass I had. I would have left the restaurant around 8:45 but my intoxicated friends insisted on having another beer (on top of all the other drinks they already had) and we ended up staying until 9:30.
The ride back was somewhat miserable. It was dark, cold and for the better part of three miles, I was alone. The two less intoxicated ones raced off while the really drunks one were struggling behind me. I nearly fell into a ditch when both my legs decided to cramp at the same time. We regrouped at the deserted Margaritaville where the others decided they were going the call the boss the next and pretend to be sick, which sounded a bit childish even after a couple drink.
We didn’t make it back to our cars until 11 pm, which was later than I had hoped. I am glad that my car has heated seats because my legs were getting quite numb. Surpsingly, I did not feel that bad the next day. No stiff leg or anything. The two drunkard looked a bit hungover, unsurprisingly.
It was overall a lot of fun, though I feel that if some of my friends were less preoccupied with getting drunk, it could have been better. I’ll try to join my coworker again during the spring, when we won’t have to worry about freezing to death or night setting at 6:30 pm.