Thursday night, the bike team did what a bike team does. Or what our bike team does anyway. We headed out for a night on the town. First stop was the (sorta) home base... the yazoo taproom. On this night, there was a full on crew out for festivities. The occasion was a break in the rain that had blanketed Nashville for 4-5 days previous. From the taproom we headed across the river to one of the Edgier local drinking establishments on the eastside. You are all expecting something here about the ride over probably. Anytime you have about a dozen guys with beer in them who have no qualms about taking chances on their bikes riding through downtown, the potential for traffic terror is pretty impressive. But this trip took place without incident. There was some gap jumping, a security guard run-in (he was pretty cool about things, though), a "Hey" from another security guard, and he who runs redlights on his fixie did in fact run a redlight on his fixie, but no big deal.

(There is a meaningful point to this story.)

So we were out on the porch of the marginally popular "extreme" neighborhood bar drinking more beer and eating some food. Another crew-member and I had obligations early in the morning so we needed to roll out before everyone else, and since we live not far from each other, we rolled together to make the ride home easier. After digging our bikes out of the pile we started to get on and roll out. I dropped onto the road and saw a car coming down behind me, so I quickly circled back to not be in that driver's way. About this same time, two things happened in unison. My friend mounted his bike and was pulling onto the street and the guys were calling out something from the porch. The calls were just enough to distract my buddy so that he rolled out in front of the car. He wasn't in danger of being hit, but the car certainly had to slow down to not hit this fellow on a bike. So that would have been enough, but when the car did end up rolling by, it happened to be the local fuzz. Nice. Great choice there, Ivan....uhh, I mean friend.... Well, he was gracious enough to not make a fuss about it and my friend and I were able to keep on our course towards our homesteads.... Welcome to infamy, my friend... you have been highlighted on "Biking in the Car Lane".