Bill had fun.  Don’t worry Lynda, he took it easy (aside from the intervals that broke his spokes!).  Late in the ride we ripped a long descent and hung out at a junction waiting to regroup.  Two guys were hanging out drinking beer (what people ride with freeride bikes with platforms in the ‘snake I do not know), more arrived (including a guy riding a fixed Kona Cowan with a six inch fork and toe clips), yet more (a cross bike, some folks with no helmets and Walmart bikes, the ricky racer crowd), and suddenly six or more groups had converged and added up to as many people in one spot as I’ve seen in all my Missoula riding in the last eight months combined.  

I haven’t seen this since AZSF!