The way points of this bicycle route:
Head toward the Bumpy Gilman Trail, and you'd hope to like to have yahself a gel seat.
The sketchiest of Seattle's bridges, keep your wits and make sure your headlamp is activated. People have died on this godforsaken dash, but don't think about that as you ride.
Good place, Mike's. It's one of those old Seattle places that new Seattle would love to see dead, like the Lusty Lady, Dicks, Beths, et al.
Good place, Mike's. It's one of those old Seattle places that new Seattle would love to see dead, like the Lusty Lady, Dicks, Beths, et al.
Good place, Mike's. It's one of those old Seattle places that new Seattle would love to see dead, like the Lusty Lady, Dicks, Beths, et al.
Good place, Mike's. It's one of those old Seattle places that new Seattle would love to see dead, like the Lusty Lady, Dicks, Beths, et al.
Good place, Mike's. It's one of those old Seattle places that new Seattle would love to see dead, like the Lusty Lady, Dicks, Beths, et al.
Good place, Mike's. It's one of those old Seattle places that new Seattle would love to see dead, like the Lusty Lady, Dicks, Beths, et al.
7-11 on left sells Green Liquid Charge, a fine Sparks substitute, tastes like green Skittles.
Left onto trail. If you got a better idea, don't let us tell you what to do. The BG is safe, level (to save your legs), and allows a rider to stop anywhere to have a drink and a puff. But it's bumpy as hell, unlit, and for guys, can really wrack your nuts.
It starts getting crappy around these parts, and pretty much stays crappy. Saturday night I caught some air in a few places, gave my delicates quite an unfriendly nudge.
If it's raining, or you just want to stop and have a drink, the trail runs beneath an overpass here.
Somebody broke a glass bottle right in the middle of the trail. We kicked what we could off the trail. Damn kids.
Don't miss it.
Drunk and stoned people not wearing spandex are rarely seen climbing this hill, so count yourself among an elite. And remember, as Dan M. says, slow and steady wins the race.
However, there is a nice little place in the back, behind the dumpster, to have a celebratory drink and smoke to prepare for the descent.
There seems to be a stiff headwind heading this way. On Sat. we pedaled our asses off trying to get down the hill. A real let down.
The gas station across the street sells alcopops. Stock up, partner, you're not even halfway yet.
pretty nifty, especially on nights when the steam rises from the water. Watch for beavers. They'll watch for you, too. If you hear a sound like a boulder hitting the water it's likely a beaver slapping its tail. Pesky beavers.
Here you get to make a decision. You can call of the expedition and cross I-90, go home swearing up and down ... next time, next time I'll take a nap during the day, next time I won't drink as much.
It drops and picks up from here to Renton. And be careful about posts in the middle of the trail. They are meant to keep cars off bike trails, they serve a function besides posing a life-threatening obstacle to night riders.
But I think this is Seahawks HQ. Really nice place. Maybe now they can win some damn games.
All things considered, you should probably stop here and finish off your booze. Pretty much after this it's going to be city riding, less opportunities to pull over and tie one on. There are many fine places to enjoy yourself here. And just think, 20 years ago you were hanging on the beach here collecting digits from local females. Watch for johnnies, Renton cops are dicks.
I played football games here. Ah, brings back memories. Terrible, terrible memories.
by taking a right here. Mr. Q and I decided to ride Rainer, quoth Sir Mix-A-Lot. "Cuz the 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb We're rollin Rainier and the jealous wanna get some"
About here my legs were feeling it. The booze and caffeine were wearing off. Let's get a sandwich!
Subway sucks, but not this one.
Good ride. Good ride. Felt like we had the wind in our faces the whole ride. Now it's time for a hot shower and a few hours of sleep.
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The Queen Bitch of night ride routes, the path by which a night rider may judge her/his worth, a spiritual journey of epic proportions. Without this route under yah belt, you ain't a night rider. Behold! Bring more booze and grape blunts than usual, you are going to need it. This route amounts to a night time tour of north and south Seattle, Lake Forest Park, Kenmore, Juanita, Kirkland, Bellevue and me hometown of Renton. Keep your zipper oiled, partner. And also, it feels like the counterclockwise route is easier, with the wind. It felt like on this route, clockwise, we had the wind in our faces the whole way.
Tagged with: Recreational, Onroad, Intermediate, Urban, Scenic
