Cheese Weasels Get Rocky Mountain High

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Ah, LR, Lodo >> Lower Downtown.

It seems like the motivation of young people moving to the city is to escape the monotony and social isolation of the suburbs where they grew up, as well as all the driving time that keeps them away from their phones. In the city we saw weird scenes of, for example, three young women sitting together in a public space but all three were looking at their phones vs. interacting with each other. We also saw older Gen X and younger Boomers, probably empty nesters who got tired of cleaning gutters and fighting dandelions out in the suburbs, now wanting to live in the city with more things to do with their newfound spare time.

The tragedy of Covid (and election-year unrest) is that so much of the attraction of urban life has been diminished just as an urban renewal was starting to take hold across the country. I'll bet a lot of city people are re-thinking their lifestyle and choice of residence.
So on Thursday afternoon, we left Foothills BMW Triumph and made it back to our hipster pad in Lodo, where we uncorked a bottle of Maker's Mark 46 and toasted our 2020 Cheese Weasel reunion and ride.



Then we headed out to prowl around the town to find someplace to get dinner.



We decided that happy hour at [url=https://riograndemexican.com/menus/dine-in-denver/]Rio Grande Mexican sounded great, and the outdoor seating was even better. We all had tacos and beer, for surprisingly very little money. Note our server on the way with refreshments.



After we left Rio Grande, we just walked around enjoying the sights and the weather. We decided to stop into Henry's for a nightcap. Because it had started to feel a bit warm and dry, I ordered a mojito, which turned out to be a double...I took my time finishing it.



Inside the men's room at Henry's, Covid-mania was on full display.





We went back to the hipster pad, first stopping off at our buddy's bike in the garage so he could grab a couple things from it.



The next morning, the weather was bright and beautiful. Everyone was getting excited about getting the bikes and hitting the open road.





We made our way back to Union Station to a breakfast place called Snooze. The young women hosting put a couple of tables together and then whipped out a tape measure to ensure that the 6-foot rule was strictly adhered to.



I ordered huevos rancheros, which were exceptional:


Next installment: picking up the bikes on Friday and heading for the hills.