A low-key weekly ritual put on by a local shop that clearly loves riding its own backyard. No formal roster, no fuss — just sign up for the group text and show up.
Corrales sits on a cottonwood-lined stretch of the Rio Grande, and the gravel around here tends to wander through irrigation ditches, horse properties, and the kind of quiet dirt roads that make you forget Albuquerque is right next door. Good hang, good neighborhood to roll through.