One of the great things about living in the hot desert is evening bike rides. Last night, our dear friend, Tracee Trace, watched Mar so I could ride my bike to one of the local watering holes. Bill's band was playing and I wanted to check them out.
I started for the bar around 9 p.m. and it was glorious. The sun wasn't quite down yet and with the aid of my trusty headlamp, I pedaled my way through neighborhoods, enjoying the cool air and quiet evening.
I got to see the Wrong Impressions play a bunch of songs before it was time for me to pedal my way home.
Here's Bill and Johnny rockin':
The ride home was nice, but it was darker and I was alone and it kinda scared me a bit — but not enough that I won't continue my evening bike rides.
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