Right, it’s not that we’d forgotten, but this place really is where it all started for us.
Staring at the manifests we were handed, trying to figure out where we were or how to hit all the spots, everyone was busy making their own battle plans.
Even though there was a cyclocross race the next day, our friends who came all the way from Tokyo showed up too.
The cold days have continued, and the air bites at your face, but it’s amazing how once you take off, your body instantly starts to heat up—human energy really is something else. That’s one of the reasons I love playing outside in the winter.
This place is, and always will be, our social hub. Regardless of age or where we’re from, we’re united by the fact that we share the joy of riding things with two wheels.
Thanks to everyone who came out! And to Sergeant NB, who hit more checkpoints than anyone else despite being on away turf—you are truly a man among men!
Next month, we’ll be back to our usual spot on the third Friday night, so let’s get together and ride.
And finally, the utmost respect to the legendary messenger that Nagoya is so proud of.