Beers in the Park – Hosted by: Taylor Neal – Phoenix, AZ – 08.14.2015

 

Yesterday was the hottest day ever. I don’t think I have ever lived a day on this planet at those temperatures. It was 117°. It was also the day we were going to have beers at the park. The concept was simple, meet at Papago Park at 8:00PM and kick back a couple of beers with good friends. That’s not exactly how it went down.

Plans changed a bit. Maybe we should meet earlier and get a little riding done. Maybe we should meet at 6:30. Ok that works.

Oh wait up… it’s Free Beer Friday over at Rage. Maybe we should go to Rage, and then go to Papago. Ok that sounds like a great plan. Let’s definitely do that!

It was the hottest day ever, so I was going to light-rail it over to Papago, then ride to Rage for a few miserable miles. But Taylor, the closest thing I have to a neighbor, decided to fuck that shit, let’s ride to Rage. It’s just a few miles… like 12 or so. It’s hot but we can do it. For some insane reason, I fell in love with this plan. Yeah let’s do that!

After a few miles we got to Tempe Beach Park to pick up Shamus and Jason. When Shamus saw me he immediately came up to me, gave me his frozen hat and bandana, a couple of ice cubes, an ice-cold Costco beer and told me that I was without a doubt going through stage one of a heat stroke. Hahaha! I felt fine, but my face was the color red. And I mean it was red… like the crayon.

Taylor looked as if he had driven there.

Shamus is telling me to put the fucking camera down and drink water and cold beer.

Shamus is telling me to put the fucking camera down and drink water and cold beer.

It was time to keep rolling. We were not at Rage yet… and we still haven’t had a free beer.

Taylor and Shamus way ahead of me at the Crosscut Canal.

Taylor and Shamus way ahead of me at the Crosscut Canal.

So we made it to Rage… the looks I got when I walked in were priceless… I guess my face somehow managed to get redder. I was just happy to be in an air conditioned room and good ol’ Jeff had a cold one on the counter just for me. Heavenly!

Rage was popping! Great vibes coming out of this place.

Rage was popping! Great vibes coming out of this place.

Chilling at Rage...

Chilling at Rage… Shamus wants that pony.

We waited for closing time so that Nate and Jeff could join us. Time to roll back to Papago, but first Taylor and I had to buy beers… and I needed food!

Miller Lite, Funyuns and Rice Krispies Treats.... fuel for a cyclist's machine bodyness.

Miller Lite, Funyuns and Rice Krispies Treats…. fuel for a cyclist’s machine bodyness. I will add that Taylor purchased much better beer than I did. He didn’t ask me to say this, but I think he would appreciate it.

We made it to Papago and had a great time with the people who showed up… which were more than I was expecting. I seriously thought a lot of people were going to abandon plans with this heat. Some people can’t be stopped.

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Thanks Taylor for this photo. I would make a terrible sniper.

Thanks Taylor for this photo. I would make a terrible sniper.

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Looking for spiders and scorpions.

Looking for spiders and scorpions.

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We rolled to The Beast afterward for airco and food. I only hung out for a short while before I started getting tired and really wanted to go home. As I unlocked my bike I thought about how I wanted to get home. Light-rail or ride all the way there… I was so tired but the thought of waiting for the light-rail and then sitting in there for an eternity (the lightrail is so slow) seemed worst than just sucking it up and getting home as fast as possible. So glad I did because the ride back on the Western Canal was the best ride of the whole day. It was 100° but that felt cool. There was a breeze and the sprinklers of the golf course felt amazing. It was the best way to end a fun and hot af Arizona day.