For the eight straight year, the Coffeeneuring Challenge is back. This is a friendly event in which people ride, run, walk, scoot, or somehow otherwise propel themselves to a coffee establishment for a cuppa joe. Or tea. Or mate. Or cider. Or hot chocolate. The rules are pretty flexible but it’s one cup per week at least two miles from wherever you start for seven weeks. You have to document your activity and say something insightful about the experience.
Just be forewarned. I always fail at coffeeneuring. Basically, I go out to coffee once per week to the same place, Friday Coffee Club at Swings at 17th and G Streets Northwest in DC. The rules state that you have to go to seven different coffee places. I have been to four in the last three months. So unless I get super creative, I’m going to have a big L on my forehead when this is over. (Okay, no comments about how the L was there all along.)
So here is my first stop.
Place: Friday Coffee Club at Swings at 17th and G in DC.
Miles: 30 (Kinda crushed that, didn’t I?)
Date: October 11 (duh)
Random Semi-insightful Observation: Friday Coffee Club has parking for all kinds of mega bikes. (That’s Big Nellie in the foreground below.) Oh, and we let people on normal bikes come too. Some of these people aren’t really normal, but that’s okay.
What I drank: Swings High Mountain drip coffee.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
It’s amazing to me that two retail establishments that have cherished roles in my family’s narrative of my father’s work in DC in the mid/late 1950s are still in existence: M. E. Swing as it was known at the time and Fahrney’s. There were street cars back then… probably no bicyclists.
I took the last two years off but may do it again this time around. I did enjoy doing it.