Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Dec 19, 2005 9:23:25 GMT -5
Sucks on the Beach and Liquorbriefs hosted today a Hollywood version of the bike hash (boffo!). Happy to be able to attend without having to drive 1 1/2 hours, we were there 10:30 with our neglected bikes. Once it had been confirmed that the Princess wouldn't be able to attend, Sucks on the Beach left with a newly appointed co-hare: his neighbor, virgin Mike. Liquorbriefs would sweep.
After our usual 15 minutes that might have been a couple more due to last minute chores, we were off. Pedophyle and Limp Stick pretty soon became the avant garde, and we went through Hollywood's little streets heading north east. A few checks and check-backs later, Stop the Bus and Let My Friend Jack Off, ranging as expected from a good hasher, whistled from the north that he found trail, which confused the pack, since our avant garde was on as well towards the south. The pack on a whim decided to go north, which proved to be a wise decision since the southern group turned out to be on a check back 13. That is when the avant garde became DFL for the following 6 miles. The rest of the pack kept going, while Liquor mumbled that for a trail that had not been scouted, it was turning out pretty damn well.
More plops, which were rather dribbles, more miles, and we were starting to get worried about the still missing fast bikers. Finally we got into Dania, and very close to the eagle/turkey split of the hares' infamous West Lake swimming hash a couple of months ago, we saw a false, closely followed by a nicely laid series of plops. Attributing it to the virgin hare, we charged through and at that moment our long-lost P'phyle and L.S. rushed past us and were gone down the long stretch of Dania Bch Blvd towards A1A. We followed, and once the draw bridge decided we were worthy, we pedaled the last few blocks until the beer check at a seedy looking convenience store where we lurked in the shadows with our beer in paper bags.
I wasn't there, but was told there was a debate and it was decided that the trail should be shortened so that we'd get back in time to watch at least some of the Dolphins game; so the hares decided to skip the second beer check. Off they went, and after, what was it, two more minutes, we followed. This is the part were the trail became very scenic: the boardwalk, the ocean, the little houses next to the beach, then a parallel biker party which we wanted to crash. Then the French Canadians, who, for some reason, all sit in a line looking north...
We kept going, and were admiring the (expensively for the poor taxpayers) renovated downtown Hollywood area when suddenly, there was the bloody co-hare! Literally. Claimed his fall was due to a vicious push but this reporter is not sure whether from Sucks or Pedophyle.... Peanut Bag said she had also been attacked by her friend Liquorbriefs who in turn tried to rename her “Trips Alot.” Virgin Mike was informed of the tradition of pulling down his pants, but since he didn't seem to oppose, ArgenTuna decided that it wouldn't be worth it. We trundled on until, hallelujah, we could see I-95! Beer was close...
A very box office Hollywood biko, full of adventure, good on-after food supplied by Liquorbriefs, and happy endings, including a Dolphins win.
After our usual 15 minutes that might have been a couple more due to last minute chores, we were off. Pedophyle and Limp Stick pretty soon became the avant garde, and we went through Hollywood's little streets heading north east. A few checks and check-backs later, Stop the Bus and Let My Friend Jack Off, ranging as expected from a good hasher, whistled from the north that he found trail, which confused the pack, since our avant garde was on as well towards the south. The pack on a whim decided to go north, which proved to be a wise decision since the southern group turned out to be on a check back 13. That is when the avant garde became DFL for the following 6 miles. The rest of the pack kept going, while Liquor mumbled that for a trail that had not been scouted, it was turning out pretty damn well.
More plops, which were rather dribbles, more miles, and we were starting to get worried about the still missing fast bikers. Finally we got into Dania, and very close to the eagle/turkey split of the hares' infamous West Lake swimming hash a couple of months ago, we saw a false, closely followed by a nicely laid series of plops. Attributing it to the virgin hare, we charged through and at that moment our long-lost P'phyle and L.S. rushed past us and were gone down the long stretch of Dania Bch Blvd towards A1A. We followed, and once the draw bridge decided we were worthy, we pedaled the last few blocks until the beer check at a seedy looking convenience store where we lurked in the shadows with our beer in paper bags.
I wasn't there, but was told there was a debate and it was decided that the trail should be shortened so that we'd get back in time to watch at least some of the Dolphins game; so the hares decided to skip the second beer check. Off they went, and after, what was it, two more minutes, we followed. This is the part were the trail became very scenic: the boardwalk, the ocean, the little houses next to the beach, then a parallel biker party which we wanted to crash. Then the French Canadians, who, for some reason, all sit in a line looking north...
We kept going, and were admiring the (expensively for the poor taxpayers) renovated downtown Hollywood area when suddenly, there was the bloody co-hare! Literally. Claimed his fall was due to a vicious push but this reporter is not sure whether from Sucks or Pedophyle.... Peanut Bag said she had also been attacked by her friend Liquorbriefs who in turn tried to rename her “Trips Alot.” Virgin Mike was informed of the tradition of pulling down his pants, but since he didn't seem to oppose, ArgenTuna decided that it wouldn't be worth it. We trundled on until, hallelujah, we could see I-95! Beer was close...
A very box office Hollywood biko, full of adventure, good on-after food supplied by Liquorbriefs, and happy endings, including a Dolphins win.