Shortly after Tamar and I moved to Denver, we discovered a cool little bike shop, Salvagetti Cycles, that advertised Sunday morning breakfast rides. We'd never ridden in snow, so we used the light rail train to reach the shop the first time; Scott loaned us bikes for the short, chilly ride to and from breakfast.
We've been doing those rides almost a year now, and they have, no kidding, changed our lives.
Tamar found her hair cutter from someone on the ride. We learned of what is now our high rise home from someone on the ride. We were shown (and told of) numbers of great places to eat - on the ride. We made lots of friends on the ride, more friends than we made in five years where we used to live. We learned about urban, transportation cycling and the mindsets of folks who do it.
One local custom surprised us, and surprised our friend Justin when we invited him to do the ride with us. If you see this happen regularly, write me through the Comment function and let me know.
We'll have, say, seven people seated around the table finishing breakfast. The bill arrives. Each person calculates his or her portion of the bill and tip. Each person either puts cash on the table or...writes his name and the amount he owes on the back of the bill. He puts a credit card on top of the pile of bill and cards and cash. Might be five cards in the pile.
The waitperson picks up the pile and goes off to charge the stipulated amount to each of the cards. This appears to be normal and accepted at each of the various places we frequent for breakfast.
Let me know... Do they do this where you live?
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