Another successful bike hash under our belts! Thanks to the hares Tour De Bone, Bimbo By Day and Red Headed Woodpecker for taking time out from their recuperation from the El Tour De Tucson to give us all a great trail! The O-Rielly's Pub loved us and wants us back...I think that is due to Arthur Gash making nice with the bartender. Jiffycox will be back on her feet soon after taking a very graceful biff (she scored a 9.6, 9.8 and 9.9) and I Love Fat Chicks shamed himself after falling for no reason while blaming it on some imagined "hill" (.000013% grade) and not being able to click out of his clicky-clack shoes in time to catch his white buttocks from falling due to "...a bush was in the way" which was located 5 feet from his bicycle. My God, my grandma wouldn't have fallen over in such circumstances and she's dead.
We've all learned a lesson from Master Meat Finder who should have brought a whole back pack full of inner tubes, as she suffered technical difficulties on trail with two flat tires. Apparently I sailed through the ride with no spare tube, a wing and a prayer. We might want to have a sag wagon next month to follow our sorry asses! Kudos to Yoda for helping her through those flats and then getting lost on trail. The beer check was enjoyable, as was the shot check at Stone Henge where Asshole in El Paso was two inches from snaring the hare (Tour De Bone) and wiped out a whole family who were out on a nice Sunday bicycle ride. Way to go wanker!
The wind-down at the end was fantastic, the pub made us FREE (meaning there were no sexual favors given and no monetary exchanges) hotdogs for us since they didn't have food on the menu. The bartender was quite endearing and put up with Papa Don't Peek and Arthur Gash. We would have had our circle outside in the back of the pub, but gentlemen three times the size of Booger were back there playing a mean game of horseshoes, and they were serious. We didn't want Just Tim or Just Greg to get beaten to a pulp, so we kept it inside, for the benefit of the regulars who were bellied-up to the bar watching football. We did not name the hash; the creative vibes just weren't there, so we decided to table that event for next month, where we'll be chasing Master Meat Finder and Cockstalker on Sunday, December 17.
On-On wankers!
Casual Friday
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