OMG and I don’t mean the usual, “Oh My God” use for this acronym, but instead are referring to Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs. Those OMGs had a bit of a dustup down in Waco a little while back. Where more than a few cyclists were lost at the Twin Peaks that day. I guess that’s why our little gang’s enforcer, Strife, launched our death march ride today. Maybe she had a tribute ride in mind? Maybe she was just getting all fury road? I don’t know. When Strife says ride, I don’t ask where to, but instead just throw my leg over the cycle, get my motor running, head out on the highway, looking for adventure, in whatever way it comes, with her. We were born to be wild! But then we got old. Our little ride today, turned into a real three-hour tour. We’re too small a gang to have a cool name like the Diablos or the Cossacks, after all it’s just Strife and me, but when we ride we’re always ready to rumble. Our little OMG is not so much a motorcycle gang as it is a MCT-cycle gang. The MCT stands for Madison County Trails, where there are hundreds of miles of rails-to-trails bike routes. Still, you don’t want to find yourself down some dark Madison County bike path, trapped between a bollard and us. I’m just saying.