Last Monday, on Labor Day, the streets were shut down in our neighborhood for the day while race after race after race went by, different categories, each a little faster and more exciting than the previous. The race track was a loop so every couple of minutes a pace car would come by, followed by a pack of bikes going so fast and so close it was pretty thrilling. The real thrill (for E and myself) was biking over to friends’ to watch the race, and crossing the street in a brief lull in the action. Nothing like playing a little chicken on your cruisers with a throng of these things coming at you. Lots of families stopped by, lots of food and drink were consumed, and we all thoroughly enjoyed sitting on our rears watching other people push their bodies to the limit. Because really – who wants to labor on Labor Day?
K cheers them on, as does F from above.