REDBONES offers Bikes, BBQ and Beer – all good for the brain!

Look at the big brain on me. It’s not all good genes – every once in a while I look at the word of the day. I do it for my own personal edification. You know, it’s just a kind of melioration of my mind. Anyway, I checked it out, and today’s word is contrite, as in, feeling or expressing grief and regret for sins or offenses. That little definition got me to thinking. I become meditative, deliberative, pensive and downright ruminative. I quickly realized I was feeling a little contrite myself. Why, you ask? Well, here we go:

  1. I feel contrite that I haven’t told enough people about the 12th annual Redbones Bike Party and Benefit. If you love bikes, BBQ, beer and good music, and you want to support bicyclists in and around New England, then you now have plans for Monday the 19th of May (this is a new date). This bash is an outdoor bicycle fest, replete with great music, great raffle prizes (you could win an amazing ANT cargo bike), great beer and fantastic food. It’s all going down Monday, May 19 from 5 to 9 in Davis Square in Somerville. I suggest you join us down there.
  2. I have to admit folks, I also feel contrite that I have not been reading the news lately. Our favorite Boston bicycle tour company is getting some press. If I’d been paying more attention, I would be cognizant of the fact that the story of the founding of Urban AdvenTours was featured recently in The Day, of New London, CT. Read about founder Andrew Prescott’s vision for a bike friendly Boston here.
  3. You know what else I am contrite about? I have not been contributing my knowledge of local bicycle routes to serve the common good. I have been anything but munificent with my expertise. All that is going to change soon, after I add what I know about great (and not so great) bike routes in and around the city of Boston. Help out all of us bicyclists by adding to the map.

So, there, I no longer feel contrite, penitent, repentant or compunctious. In fact, I feel a sense of alleviation. Maybe, even, assuagement. Writing this entry has been, well…palliative.

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