I don’t remember my first time to coffee in the woods. It’s possible I was at the first meeting, or maybe I got invited later. CIW was, I think, an idea that occurred after too many of our group rides turned into hammerfests, a way to slow down and chill the fuck out.
We hadn’t had coffee in the woods for a long time, but Dan (first below) is moving to California, so…
It was a beautiful morning in the woods, as usual. My only regret is that none of the local residents happened by to find a bunch of bike hobos faux camping in their backyard. The look of confusion on their faces when they find a group of grown men making coffee in the clearing at the top of the hill is priceless.
I took the long way home after.