The first day of the Lake Pepin Three Speed Tour always starts with a rather involved ceremony. Several lead the festivities, but we all participate. It involves responsive reading, cheering, and singing. It also involves the blessing of the bicycles and a message from the Queen. Red Wing locals must figure suffering this kind of odd behavior from the nutters is an acceptable trade for the money we leave behind in their taverns on Friday and Sunday nights.
We stop at shops along the way, purchase souvenirs, and acquire goods needed for tomorrow’s “brew-up” at Lake City. All around were pleasant sights and pleasant people who seem to enjoy them in the same way me and my friends do. Community, club, or cult?