The third gathering of Tucson's biking wankers met Sunday, December 17 at Shooters Steakhouse. Seventeen of us wankers set our watches as the two hares, Cockstalker and Master Meat Finder took off on their road bikes. Being a chilly day, we sported all kinds of biking attire; from shorts, to tights, to sweatpants, to jeans (and rash cream). The hares asked for 15 minutes; they needed some time to figure out how to get our sorry asses across Saturday's jHavelina hash markings without getting too confused. Bimbo was the Trail Troll, she received a phone call from the hares who gave directions where to pick up trail. We had a fantastic start, but we were in for quite a trail cluster-you-know-what ahead!
We wound around the same neighborhoods, logging in miles upon miles of extra pedaling, actually working up a sweat (what the hell was THAT all about?). Even the front riders lost their enthusiasm to win. I know I said more than five times, "Haven't our sorry asses been on this street before?" Having multiple intersections with multiple trail markings from what seemed like ten different hash trails, I know most of us mumbled, "Which...
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