Post by 35drive on Nov 10, 2005 8:50:37 GMT -5
I was the fill-in hare last night.
Because AnalInspector hurt his winky. We met behind the Kmart again. The cloaking device must still be working, because two different security guards rolled right past us in their golf carts.
Us: "No, don't mind us, we're just drinking beer out of these coolers in your parking lot."
Security: "Okay."
I hadn't actually scouted the trail. Instead I had spent a few minutes
looking at the area on www.mapblast.com, and I had some ideas. I stocked up at the ABC Superstore on the way home (Reingold, Keystone Light, PBR, and a couple quarts of Mississippi Mud Black & Tan). Once enough people showed up, I asked for my 15 minute head start, started the GPS, and I was off. Westgate is one of your lower socio-economic neighborhoods, so there are still a lot of dirt roads and dogs back there. I tried to lay the twistiest trail I could, without getting bitten by a dog. I think it worked out pretty well. I couldn't find someone to drive my Jeep full of beer to a beer check, so I just stopped at the Blue Boar. Drib was close behind (but he didn't catch me) so he talked the bartender into allowing us in even with tank tops (oh the horror). The rest of the pack showed up quickly and killed the three pitchers I had provided. They even let in new guy Chris with his cunningly ripped t-shirt that exposed the one nipple. I laid a brief formality of a trail back to the start, which everyone except CumAagain followed. He had a brief adventure in a low-income apartment complex.
The cloaking device continued to work during the circle, as the sheriff's deputy rolled by without stopping. Maybe it was because we employed the standard hash defense of singing "Kum bay yah" whenever law enforcement appears.Once the circle ended we headed to Bonefish Creek, where apparently it was Loud Chrome-Plated Harley night. The parking lot was just too full to park, so I bailed and went home.
Oh, and there's no pictures because stupid DST makes it too dark to take pictures with the camera phone. You'll just have to be satisfied with a map of the trail. Maybe the hash can take up a collection to buy me the flash attachment for my phone.
Because AnalInspector hurt his winky. We met behind the Kmart again. The cloaking device must still be working, because two different security guards rolled right past us in their golf carts.
Us: "No, don't mind us, we're just drinking beer out of these coolers in your parking lot."
Security: "Okay."
I hadn't actually scouted the trail. Instead I had spent a few minutes
looking at the area on www.mapblast.com, and I had some ideas. I stocked up at the ABC Superstore on the way home (Reingold, Keystone Light, PBR, and a couple quarts of Mississippi Mud Black & Tan). Once enough people showed up, I asked for my 15 minute head start, started the GPS, and I was off. Westgate is one of your lower socio-economic neighborhoods, so there are still a lot of dirt roads and dogs back there. I tried to lay the twistiest trail I could, without getting bitten by a dog. I think it worked out pretty well. I couldn't find someone to drive my Jeep full of beer to a beer check, so I just stopped at the Blue Boar. Drib was close behind (but he didn't catch me) so he talked the bartender into allowing us in even with tank tops (oh the horror). The rest of the pack showed up quickly and killed the three pitchers I had provided. They even let in new guy Chris with his cunningly ripped t-shirt that exposed the one nipple. I laid a brief formality of a trail back to the start, which everyone except CumAagain followed. He had a brief adventure in a low-income apartment complex.
The cloaking device continued to work during the circle, as the sheriff's deputy rolled by without stopping. Maybe it was because we employed the standard hash defense of singing "Kum bay yah" whenever law enforcement appears.Once the circle ended we headed to Bonefish Creek, where apparently it was Loud Chrome-Plated Harley night. The parking lot was just too full to park, so I bailed and went home.
Oh, and there's no pictures because stupid DST makes it too dark to take pictures with the camera phone. You'll just have to be satisfied with a map of the trail. Maybe the hash can take up a collection to buy me the flash attachment for my phone.