I simply cannot believe that I failed to bring my camcorder or camera to this event. I promise to not make that mistake again next year.
Tour De Bar is a hastily-organized ad-hoc collection of around 100 people (this year, anyway) that all meet at a bar at 3:00 on a beautiful Saturday afternoon on their bicycles. Every half hour, a whistle is blown, and everyone proceeds to the next bar on the list, of which there are 12.
12 bars. 6 hours. On bicycles. Ages: 21-60 something. Lots of people bleed. Most bartenders, even though warned weeks in advance, were completely unprepared for what they saw. People were wearing costumes, wigs, funny hats, beads, bells, and I didn’t see a single safety helmet. Local law-enforcement has been letting this go on for 17 years.
This is the single greatest country the world has ever known.
I will ride in this thing every year until the day I die, which if I am blessed, will happen while riding on the Tour De Bar.