On Friday night we headed to Milwaukee for the first Polish Moon Bike Ride. It was a block party and ride put on as a fundraiser by the Bike Fed of Wisconsin.
For those not familiar, the Rockwell Clock Tower [aka Allen-Bradley Clock Tower] in Walker's Point is mainly known as the Polish Moon because of the predominant Polish community that surrounded it.
As we drove into the city we were looking forward to everything but the weather! I know, I know - so many of you Wisconsonites lately have been complaining that this summer has been too cool. I disagree. It has been a perfect summer, one where we haven't even hit 90 degrees yet! Although Friday we still weren't hitting 90 degrees, it was annoyingly humid so much that it felt like it was almost 100 degrees in Oconomowoc. Gross.
Luckily, we got to watch as the temperature dropped the closer we got to the city [thank you lakefront!] and when we arrived to Walker's Point, it was actually quite nice out.
But, enough about the weather [for now], let's talk about the party! We arrived and they had the street between the relatively new Annodyne Coffee Shop, Central Standard Craft Distillery, and Milwaukee Brewing Company closed down. A mariachi band played and there was great food to choose from.
We walked around, ate supper [sausage grilled by the guys at Ben’s Cycle and Fitness/Milwaukee Bicycle Company, MKE Brewing Co. beer, and I may have snagged a few free Clock Shadow Creamery squeaky fresh cheese curds] and listened to the band.
About 20 minutes before the start of the ride, I noticed a man creating giant bubbles. I am still not sure if he was part of the event or just saw a group of people who thought his bubble mastery would entertain them, but either way I am glad he was there.
Around 8:00 we lined up to start the ride. It was now getting quite dark outside and a heavy fog had covered the area. We started to ride a bit slow at first, but with a group that big it is expected. We were led by motorcycle cops which would keep zooming by us to stop traffic and every time they would go by we would freak out that it was an annoyed driver [I hate that we as cyclists have a fear of all drivers hating us].
The ride was nice. The fog was present the whole time and sometimes it felt like gentle rain since it was so thick. We explored parts of the city I had never seen. Families came out of their homes and waved while we rang our bike bells and waved back. Many observers had their phones out either taking pictures or videos. I'm assuming somewhere on the internet, we are stars. My friend Amber and I tried to remember and sing campfire songs. Another friend on the ride, Ester, told us stories of her recent overseas vacation.
I'm glad the Bike Fed put on this great event and look forward to it happening again next year. It was a night full of great food and music, sharing stories with friends, and hopefully showing the city how awesome biking is.