Who Says Thanksgiving Traditions Have to Involve Food?

Or, at least, eating food. A group of us cyclists in San Francisco like to mark the holiday in a combined athletic/artistic way using a newish genre called Stravart. (It’s named for the San Francisco-based website Strava, which lets you track your rides or runs by GPS.)

The ringleader is my friend Bret, who created the route last year: He, and the three of us who joined him that sunny November morning, rode all over the city, following his shouted directions (“Left at Broderick, then right on Sacramento!”). A little over five hours, 53 miles, and 4,000 feet of uphill later, we had our masterpiece. This year, we did it again, only in reverse.

What’s next? Wonder how hard it’d be to draw a snowman…

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!