In 1996 my good friend, Eric, and I plotted a route across Wisconsin from Stillwater, MN to Green Bay, WI. (315 miles), to ride by ourselves. We stayed in frugal motels and rode on roadways and some bike trails. It was a fairly normal Wisconsin bike ride except that it was mid-September and the fall colors were pretty spectacular.
It was another nice ride, we enjoy riding by ourselves rather than in a group, but the highlight for me, despite being a long-time Vikings fan, was a chance to see Lambeau Field in Green Bay at the end of the ride.
But I got to do even more than that.
Eric and I rode into the parking lot and as it was a weekend and the Packers were out of town the lot was empty. As we rode around the stadium we saw a security guard at each door (we had no idea why), but at one of the doors the security guard was nowhere in sight. Eric rode up to the open door, stopped, and said to me, “I suppose we better not go in.” I rode past Eric and, being more of a rebel without a cause then he, said, “C’mon”, and rode into the door. Eric followed and we rode up the ramp leading to the seats, passing a room with about twenty men sitting at tables, apparently in some kind of meeting. One of the men looked up as we went by with a quizzical look. We were able to ride up to the first tier steps and walk our bikes down to about row twenty. I told Eric to quick get my photo before security got there. We each got a photo in the stadium and rode out before getting caught. We rode out the door in which we came and there was still no guard. As we continued our ride around the lot a security person who appeared to be a supervisor approached us and asked, “Did you guys just ride out that door?” We both said, not wanting to get someone in trouble, “No.” I feel I can now tell the story as I’m pretty sure the statute of limitations has run out.
It was a fun ride with a fun ending.