So last Wednesday my friend Jordan invited me to "bike night." The only information he gave me was to be at his house at 7:15, wear jeans, and bring a sweatshirt (I also deduced all on my own that bike night would indeed also involve his motorcycle...).

Still not really knowing what I was invovled in, I hopped on the back of his bike (with the brand new helmet he bought me for his bike strapped to my head. I might also throw in that it was an extremely complicated helmet and took us about twenty minutes to figure out how to fasten and another twenty to figure out how to get it back off...) and we sped off with a group of his friends.

We got about half way to where we were going (I still didn't know at this point...) when Jordan's friend alerted us to the fact that our plates had fallen off the back of our bike. Not wanting to risk getting pulled over or something like that, Jordan decided to turn around and drive all the way back to his house, take the tags off his old bike, and fasten them on to his new bike we were riding.

We then took off, speeding into the setting sun....only to run out of gas and have to refuel his three gallon tank. And then get back on the road.

We finally got to a restaurant that was absolutely packed with about every make of bike out there. We found his friends, ordered some food, hung out for a bit, and then got right back on the bikes. I'm pretty sure it took about double the time to get there than we actually spent hanging out there.

Jordan's super excited about his bike (I can tell based on the fact that his other two cars have been sitting in his driveway in the same spots for the entire summer...) and, although I still worry for him and his speed racer mentality (I think we hit close to 150 mph on the ride home), I've gotta admit it's a lot of fun and I can't help but be excited myself for the next bike night.