We Rock. 05-17-2025
We rolled out from Ottawa, Kansas, a hundred strong—different wheels, same mission. The morning air was cool and sharp, the kind that wakes you up better than coffee. It carried the scent of fresh earth, chain lube, and early ambition. All around us, cranks spun and pedals clicked, while the distinct chorus of a hundred different bearings filled the air—some whispering smooth, some growling like old dogs, all alive and ready. The Flint Hills Trail called, and we answered.


Marais des Cygnes River












There’s no better finish than good food and great people. After the ride, we circled up at Smoked Creations—a group of over a dozen, trail-worn but smiling, trading stories over barbecue and iced tea. Most of us were from nearby towns, but you could feel how close-knit it was—like friends who’ve been riding together for years. It’s these moments—shared miles, shared smiles—and having folks like Smiling Bill at the table, that remind us why we keep showing up. It’s not just the trail, it’s the people around the table at the end of it. 🍴🚴🚴♀️🚴♂️🍻🍺
And in the end, kindness is never wasted. On the trail or off, it’s always the right thing to do.
