The idea turned into a plan, the plan turned into a time and place, and from there a tradition may have be born. The first ride consisted of eight riders, four stops, eleven miles, a few traffic laws broken, a whole lot of fun, and not getting home on till way to late. We thought about ending it early but the live music and margaritas were way to appealing at the Fiesta Villa to pass up. When the band quit playing we took that as a clue it was time to head home. The night went pretty good we did a little single track, a lot of pavement, covered a fair amount of ground and had some good drinks. This is just what a bar run is suppose to be good times, plain and simple. No one crashed badly, got hit by a car, or endo off a set of steps. We had one very close near miss but I am almost positive booze had a hand in that one. The plans are in the works for next weeks ride, so until next time!