Bimbo by Day and I hared the 3rd Anniversary Pedalfiles Bash today, stating and ending at Shooter's Steak House, the venue we used for the first hash (and many other hashes in between, since the owners are hash-friendly and like to hear us sing).
And now that the heat of summer is gone (not really . . . keep reading), our turnout is growing again. Joining Bimbo and I were 16 hardy bashers: Pick'n'Flick, Wet Toe Job, Appendage, Yoda, Just Ron & Just Pat (virgins!), Copulator, Cockstroker, Zorro (first-time basher), Gummy & Stick Me Anywhere, Trailing Dick & Just Sheila, Dead Fucking Blind, Redheaded Woodpecker, and Blonde in the Bush. Not wanting to miss all the fun (or maybe just the hot & sweaty part of it), another four bashers joined us for on-afters at Shooter's: Master Meat Finder, H.M. Ho, Citizen 69, and Bareassed-Her.
Our wily hare plan was to lead the pack east on bike trails and a hilly section of River Road north of the Rillito Wash, south on Craycroft to Fort Lowell Park for a champagne check, then west through neighborhoods south of the Rillito to a bar check almost all the way back to the start, then on-in.
We recruited two non-riders, Wet Toe Job and Appendage, to drive the champagne to the park for the first stop. If all had worked right, Bimbo and I would have met them there about five minutes before the pack started rolling in. Alas, my rear tube went just two miles into the trail, and Bimbo had to hare on without me. I replaced the tube with Yoda's help, and the two of us took a shortcut to the park, getting there along with most of the pack.
Champagne check at Fort Lowell Park
Normally October in Tucson is cool with temperatures in the 80s, but yesterday and today it hit the century mark, so we were all suffering by the time we reached the champagne check. I'd put a dozen bottles of water on ice, along with Bimbo's big bottle of bubbly, but we should have had twice that much. Pick'n'Flick got a mild case of heat stroke on the hilly part of the trail, and had to autohash back to the start with Wet Toe Job and Appendage.
Bimbo and I took off to hare the second part of the trail, back west toward the start and a beer check at The Depot, a bar just four blocks from the start, but only five bashers followed our trail there. The rest navigated straight back to Shooter's.
The hares at the bar check
Bimbo and I experienced the same phenomenon (I won't call it a "problem") the last time we hared together: the pack followed trail to the bar check but shortcut straight back to the start afterward. We thought we'd cure that by delaying the bar check until very late in the trail, because, you know, what hasher would ever pass up a bar check? But I guess the pack thought the champagne check in the park was the bar check, or maybe they were just discouraged by the heat. So what should have been a 16- to 17-mile trail for the pack became a 13- or 14-miler, and only the hares and their five faithful followers put in the full mileage.
The pack at On-Afters
At the circle we introduced a new Pedalfiles award: Road Kill! And guess who was the first recipient? Moi, of course! Damn that tube! Thank G for a great co-hare!
Pedalfiles Bash inaugural Road Kill Award recipient (yes, that is the tube wrapped around me)
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