Liz and I had so much fun participating in the NOLA Social Ride, we decided we were going to start our own last-minute Little Rock Social Ride, trying to talk anyone on a bicycle into riding with us around town.
We couldn’t get anyone to join us, but we had a lot of fun chasing the douche in the blue muscle car with racing stripes who peeled out at the intersection, and then yelled “Get out of my way you fucking faggot!” Needless to say, the coward raced through red lights in order to avoid letting us catch up to him in order to have intelligent conversation. Ah, who are we kidding, I was trying to just get close enough to him to put the bottle I had through his windshield, and Liz flat-out wanted to punch him in the face. Honestly, who says ‘faggot’?
Meanwhile, one of our two-person social ride stops was at Pizza D’s where we ran into none other than Steven Lewis!
Little Rock, Arkansas. 5.28.2012.
SIDENOTE: If you’re in Little Rock and interested in a slow-paced, fun ride through Little Rock, let me know because I’m down. And maybe we could wear a costume or something if we feel like getting crazy. And maybe I’m already in costume right now, hoping you’ll e-mail me immediately. I don’t know.