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Last week, on the night of the Summer Solstice, my neighbor and I suited up to pedal to our favorite night ride spot down the road. As we rode through the first evening of summer, we heard the sound of old time music drifting out from the farm that separates our neighborhood from our destination. Then we saw a handmade sign that read "Circus".
Well who (besides PETA) doesn't like a Circus? Especially one that's on my neighbor's farm. As we pedaled up to the gathering of a hundred or so folks, we got some strange looks. I'm pretty sure we were the only people there in non-natural fibers and my shiny silver shoes and a matching shiny silver pack and shiny silver helmet (I'm a metrosexual, you know) stood out among the hemp and cotton crowd.
Soon though, we had cold beers in our hands and we watched a series of great acts- clowns, monster battles, an old-time reworking of Salt and Pappa's "Push It", some burlesque and an amazing trapeze girl who did all kinds of impressive feats from a 200 year old oak tree with no net or padding beneath her. All this in a beautiful field within spitting distance of my home and a stash of sweet, flowing singletrack.
We left filled with gratitude and happiness that we live in such an interesting place, both physically and culturally. Say what you will about Asheville, but it never ceases to entertain me or make me smile.
I sure wish I'd taken my camera this time...
Oh yeah, the ride was great as always.
Well who (besides PETA) doesn't like a Circus? Especially one that's on my neighbor's farm. As we pedaled up to the gathering of a hundred or so folks, we got some strange looks. I'm pretty sure we were the only people there in non-natural fibers and my shiny silver shoes and a matching shiny silver pack and shiny silver helmet (I'm a metrosexual, you know) stood out among the hemp and cotton crowd.
Soon though, we had cold beers in our hands and we watched a series of great acts- clowns, monster battles, an old-time reworking of Salt and Pappa's "Push It", some burlesque and an amazing trapeze girl who did all kinds of impressive feats from a 200 year old oak tree with no net or padding beneath her. All this in a beautiful field within spitting distance of my home and a stash of sweet, flowing singletrack.
We left filled with gratitude and happiness that we live in such an interesting place, both physically and culturally. Say what you will about Asheville, but it never ceases to entertain me or make me smile.
I sure wish I'd taken my camera this time...
Oh yeah, the ride was great as always.
