Tutu Night Riding

Night Riding Halloween style - woohoooo!

We took to the dirt trails last night in full Halloween regalia.  Some twisted soul (won't name any names but their initials are T.R.) suggested we ride in costumes to celebrate Halloween..the mention of Halloween always takes me back to Ashland, Oregon and having grown up in a town that fully embraced the day/evening and all the peripheral buffoonery (of which I was a part of) that usually ensued.  It has since become much calmer, but they used to close down Main street and just about all of the Rogue Valley would make their way to Ashland to show off their costumer, party, fight, etc.

All in all a good time for the po po to have to try to manage (which might just explain why it is a lot more subdued these days).  My favorite costume that I saw during that era was this dude who wore a trench coat and he would go around flashing people and saying 'Happy Halloweenie'.  When he flashed you, he had a fake donger about 2 ft long and he would proceed to stroke it and squeeze it, and whatever he filled his fake dong with would squirt on those unfortunate enough to be in the squirt zone....so to all, Happy Halloweenie

The sordid crew included the usual suspects for last night's ride and it started a little something like:

I must admit I was feeling especially sassy with my pink tutu, leg warmers, pink tank and long black hair...what the picture does not show is the cute panties underneath the tutu...Warren remembered to put the fig leaf in front but conveniently forgot about the fig leaf in the back while Sean rocked the Mormon Mullet, or Momo Mullet, or better yet the Mollet and Mike sported a killer fro'.  Bob and Gary were smart and did not partake in costumes or pictures that could  be used for blackmail at some point in the future.

The funny thing is that everyone thought I was wearing a costume....little do they know that working from home enables you to wear whatever the hell you want! 

We rode up Thompson Park, over to Drunken Indian trail and then back up to the Archery Range and down Black Tail...both climbs were short and punchy...or maybe it is the return of the winter legs....

I was on the wifer's bike since my bike is still out of action for the time being...I supposed it just all made sense, wearing the tutu and all...speaking of, where did I place that tutu.....