This afternoon, upon the scheduled hour, approximately 150 cyclists mounted their mechanical marvels and rode through the streets of Kansas City, MO and Mission Hills, KS. The sun was bright, the sky was blue, the breeze was light, a picture perfect day for touring on a bicycle. Discretion being the better part of valor we opted to bypass a loop through The Plaza, and all would agree that it was a wise decision.
Along our route bystanders and lookers-on smiled and waved as we passed them by, smiling and laughing as we went. Even the most persistent internal combustion machines waited with great patience to view the parade of elegantly dressed citizens upon their two wheeled contraptions.
I believe it is quite safe to say that a jolly good time was had by all. We were indeed blessed with favorable conditions and safe passage. Of course, there were a few riders unprepared for the rigors of such and event and chose to return to the park by a shorter route, but only a scant few.
The scheduled stop at Family Bicycles, LLC was a welcome site, not only for needed refreshment and a spot of rest, but it also marked the halfway point of our journey. The uphill leg of our journey, I might add, much of which was exposed to a fair amount of vehicular traffic.
Ah! The homeward leg, through the shaded boulevards of elegant homes. Scarcely pedaling, good folk, healthy conversation, delightful scenery. One could not imagine a more enjoyable way to travel.
Upon our arrival back at the massive stone pavilion laughter abounded. Tea and biscuits were served, perhaps not in grand style, but no one gave a bother. The awards for costumes, bicycles and moustaches were awarded with much revelry, as were the prizes donated by the local merchants.
Then, as would be expected, anticipation filled the air as the crowd drew their attention to the eagerly awaited drawing for the grand prize, a beautiful original painting. This was a highly sought after prize, with nearly $600.00 spent by our patrons for the chance of being that one lucky person to own it.
When the winner was announced, a roar went up from the crowd, and the young lad nearly leaped for joy. He quickly clamored over the audience to claim his prize. Congratulations, slaps on the back and handshakes all around.
With that the ceremonies were complete. All gathered for group photo. At the count of three we all said “Tweed!!!” What a novel way to trigger a smile for the photographer. Not surprisingly, after the festivities, many lingered there at the park to enjoy the absolutely gorgeous spring afternoon.
And what would you guess was the most frequently asked question posed to the promoters? “You’re going to do this again next year, aren’t you? You simply must!”