A middle of the season Tour de Fat is the best kind of Tour de Fat. Rangers and bike lovers alike flock to Denver to see the (nearly) home-town carnival for this years TDF. I was lucky enough to spend the day with Iowa Ranger Cheese and co-worker Ron who flew in early to enjoy a day on bikes, drinking beer and the bright energy emitted from this traveling beer tour. I began my morning with a short ride to City Park, this years location for the festivities where I hopped into the bike parade to ride along my bike loving community. We rode a few miles, looping around and under the leafy canopy and past enormous Denver homes. We paused for children riding by and the occasional superwoman or mormon missionary cyclists that dressed up for the day.
The le Tigre tent serves as one of the main hubs of entertainment for the TDF. I was waiting in line when my friend Katie waled by and handed out one of her hugs. It’s always a good day when you can see Katie, and after talking about our busy day, we decided to line up for the next show. Ultimately, after a beer line fiasco and misjudged timing, I went into the tent alone (with a bunch of strangers) and enjoyed the comedy of the ballerina magician, a drunken-stooper-laced act that was low on magic.
A few beers later, walking around to find Cheese and Ron, we finally reunited and began to dance near the main stage. Running into friends, as I mentioned, is one of the best parts of the day, so seeing Justin and Annie (with her cute new baby) was only fitting. We danced to some more music, cheers’d and went on our way as there were more costumes and tents to explore.
The day always end a little hazy, offering more music even after exiting the festival with tricyclists who have built large speakers onto their rides. It’s an unending energy that the crowd carries into the streets, and by 4 o’clock I was ready for a nap. Here is the last shot I captured: pulled over for too much dancing.