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My bike even goes to the bar. Really cool bars, that aren't even open yet. But at which I will be eating and drinking on the house on Saturday. I'm still there now, staring at a large and empty keg fridge, waiting for the last of the door hardware that the building inspector decided to require at the 11th hour, so you know, standard 15 hour day no big deal. But Saturday, we dine.
Come to the Great November Ride. Sunday, I swing my cowbell.