Miami Tropical Marathon Beer Stop

[virgindick]

Shell Shocked has planned the Beer Check for the ING Miami Tropical Marathon at 2411 Tigertail in Coconut Grove. This is on the Marathon route. We can meet (around 7:30 am) at Stop the Bus/ArgenTuna's house and walk over form there.

Erections: I-95 South past downtown Miami, I-95 turns into US 1, go a few miles to 24th Ave, go left on 24th Ave which turns into Calusa St, two blocks along Calusa St take a right on Trapp Ave

[virgindick]

I know Pedal File and Virgin Dick are running the Marathon, Itsy Bitsy and Sucks on the Beach are running the half, Eat-a-Puss and another BVD Hasher are running either the half or the whole marathon, Gator Hater wil be working at the finish and will join us at the Hash (Bike-o) Anal, S & M, Pelvis, Stop the Bus, ArgenTuna, and usually Desperate Housewife and All Hands, probably the Nerd and Pickles (and the other Miami hasher) among others will be manning the beer stop on Tigertail. Stop the Bus and I (VD) have designed a great bike-o, if enough bike-o shows up. I'm looking forward to it. The beer stop is from about 7:30 am (the race starts at 6 am) or earlier, and the Hash at around 11 am.
See you all on trail.

On On

VD

[virgindick]

Weird web site. No matter how I do it, when I say Virgin Dick, it uncapitalizes the D in Dick.

[Ex-Presidente]

So??
How'd it go? Was there a beer stop? Was there a biko?
Did VD finish the marathon?
Inquiring minds want to know.

[Princess Layyaa]

Pedalphile finished around 3 hrs 30 minutes and VD around 4 hrs 15 minutes. Thats all I know. I was suppose to do the half but have not run for three weeks cause of my head...

[Itsy Bitsy]

The Beer check lasted about 4 hours until we ran out of beer... 5 cases. Vd did hare the Byko. A bit long, I clocked 21.25 miles. The trail was good but poorly marked. The first half was 14 miles with one bag of flour. That's why only 2 people followed trail to the beer check. There were about 15 people there, if I recall they were myself, VD, Eatapus, Just Puke, Gator, Hummer, Pelvis, S&M, ASA, Tuna, STB, 3.5, Chew (Jew) toy, Limp Stick, and, Anal. I think that's it, sorry if I missed anyone. All in all a great day...

[threeandahalf]

Once again the hash came to the rescue, with a beer stop at the Miami Marathon.
ChewToy and I arrived at Stop and Tuna's house at 7:00 am, to find hashers hard at work filling beer coolers. AI was reconstructing the hash sign, complete with giant beer mug and on-on feet. ChewToy and I slipped away about 7:20 and walked down to the course to see the leaders come through.



Eventually we got organized and hauled everything down to our planned beer stop at mile 22. We got set up and waited for the racers. While we waited, an irate civilian lady came out of this house and asked us what we were doing, and could we be quieter. Minator explained that there were 16,000 runners in the marathon, and that it was going to get louder before it got quieter. He was very nice and kept calling her ma'm, which discomfitted her.



Finally the runners began coming by. We knew the leaders wouldn't stop for a beer, but we were watching for the first runner who would. Minator was out there trying hard, but they just kept going by. We had the sign set up and everything, but the runners went on past to the water stop just past us.



And they still kept coming. Even the guy with the one bloody nipple wouldn't stop. Or the woman. Finally we saw our first customer in a group of runners. He saw the sign, he saw Minator, and he lunged for the beer. You can see him coming in the third photo (annotated) and leaving with his beer in the fourth one.



We kept passing out beers. All told we went through five cases (thanks Stop!). We gave beer to a guy on a bike who had run the half, and to more runners. Anal kept pouring, and Minator stood out in the road. Unlike the Palm Beach Marathon, we found that we had to keep yelling "Cerveza!" for our South American friends. I guess when you've run that far, and you don't speak English, even the giant beer mug and the gringos yelling "Beer!" won't tip
you off.



The runners kept coming by. One of the wheelchair racers stopped. He had already passed us, but once he realized what we were offering he spun around and came back. Gator had to help him hold the beer in his gloves. The wheelchair racer was from England, and said that he had done over 100 marathons and finished last or nearly so in everyone. The he held up thebeer and said, "Now you see why!". Then he rolled off for the last fourmiles.



I handed this guy a beer, and he just sat down beside me. Pretty soon he felt better, finished the beer, and got going again. Itsy showed up after running the half. He was complaining about something, but he was doing it in that voice that only dogs can hear, so it wasn't too bad.

Virgin D came by, but I didn't get any pictures. The big D pounded the small cup of beer that we gave him, then demanded a full big cup of beer, and set off to finish the r*ce.



Finally, at 10:30 am, four and a half hours after the start, we ran out of beer. We had passed out (most of) five cases. As we were breaking everything down, a girl who lived across the street with the unhappy woman showed up. Her father had already come out to complain, but I was in the port-o-let, so I didn't have to hear it. The girl wasn't too upset, and in fact it turned out
that she had done a bike hash several years ago. "It wasn't very safe," she said. We told her that hashing probably wasn't for her. We got rid of her, hauled everything back to the house, and started getting ready for the bike hash.