Scouting Trail:
Holy crap Batman! It was a chilly one out there today! After a near miss with a police car and my heart stuck in my throat for 10 minutes, I picked up my co-hare and we were off to face a cold wind and a dissappearing sun. We racked up 18 miles today (not to be confused with length of trail) and I grew tired of seeing pantylines. I gave Booger a 20-spot to buy some new tights, perhaps something with a little thicker material this time around.
We had a snaffu or two on trail, the biggest challenge was Booger's flat tire. Thanks to Pick N Flick's insistence, he had an extra tube and basic tools beneath his bicycle seat. We had a pop-lesson on "Changing tires roadside 101." Booger did great, but the temperature must have dipped 10 degrees while we were toiling over the tire. We froze our arses the rest of the way to the finish. We mapped out 100% of the trail, and we're psyched about it! All that is left to do is to figure out where we need to haul-ass and if we need to wear urban camouflage to hide from the pack or bright orange so the cars will see us. Thirsty's Neighborhood Bar and Grill will be happy to see us, and we're told they're ready for all of us. There's nothing like a cold beer after a bike ride. There's also nothing like a virgin hash naming for the first time in the Pedalfiles! Hashers, take your creative pills Sunday morning as the Grand Mattresses will demand nothing less than creative cleverness!
See you wanks next Sunday!
Casual Friday
And now, another point of view:
So. Is my co-hare, whose map this is, anal . . .
. . . or what?
Actually, we both obsessed over this trail. And in spite of all our planning, scouting, and mapping . . . or, perhaps, because of it . . . it was shit hot! True trail was 13 miles long, and if you rode all the check backs and bad trails (a few did!) it was just over 18. Oh, if that seems long, let me hasten to add we're talking about a bike hash here, not a regular hash.
The worst part? Bad communication at the On-After bar. Well, why mince words? We had a surly waitress.
The best part? Finishing trail before it snowed!
I believe I've earned a stiff drink. My co-hare has to work tonight, so I'll have to have a second drink for her. Damn.
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