I motored my way down to New Belgium’s Tour de Fat on Saturday. Yes, I said motored. It was for the best really. 1) The only bike I own is my ten speed from Junior High (total 80’s … black, with pink and turquoise accents … and two flat tires); 2) The last time I rode a bike I ran over my own leg (yeah, I don’t know, but it’s true); and 3) If I rode a bike from home, with my current chubs, in the 90 degree temps, I would be dead (and hence, no pictures for you).
So while driving to a bike festival may seem like a major fail, it was really a win.
We went later in the afternoon so we would be sure to catch March Fourth Marching Band. It was hotter than blazes—the amount of sweat pouring forth from my body was most unfortunate. But oh the spectacle of it all!
By the time we left I was ready to go out and purchase a bike … and the perfect attire for next year’s shenanigans.
For those unable to experience the wondrous whimsy yourselves—never fear! I snapped a few shots, just for you.
So slap on your ID bracelet…
Grab yourself a Fat Tire, and prepare to be amazed …