sorry this has taken me so long. you see, when you used to smoke alot of cigarettes and then suddenly dont smoke any, you usually dont feel like doing much except yelling and tearing peoples arms off.
so here it goes...
the night started like many other, at the hi-pointe wondering if anyone is going to show up. but then they do. they roll in, 35 or so, and then we start to head out. first we stop at the grocery so drunk-andy can buy a 7 dollar bottle of e.h. schnuck whiskey. it looked tasty. i had resigned myself to drinking no booze. you see if i do drink the booze it will lower my will power, and with low will power i would be an easy target for the dark maiden that is the cigarette, the tasty and smokey, and deadly cigarette.
after everyone got their provisions the mob headed down big bend going north. not 1/16th of a mile on to big bend eddies bike (not the one i have been working on thank you very much) starts to jump gears and skip and act like shit. since we are already at the back of the pack no one knows (except my lovely wife, who rode on to catch up) we are having a mechanical, and we get dropped. we take a quick look and decide that the bike is unridable and in my very best mood decide to go home. eddie then miraculously starts riding the bike skip and jump free. so we then high-tail it towards the pack. it is here that we run into a few smart and mild mannered washington univesity students (they pulled into campus, i am not saying that since they were douche-bags they had to be washington university students, although i would have said that if i hadnt met joe bushyhead, who indeed is not a douche-bag and therefore removes the generalization that all wash u students are douche-bags, and also allowes me to meet other wash u students and go into the reletionship realizing that they, in fact, may not be douche-bags) who drive next to us and yell "pussies" and they also yell "fags". now at this moment i am just riding along with my friend eddie, trying not to cause any trouble and catch up to the rest of the group, and in the interest of haste (and being out numbered 4 to 2) we ignore them and keep riding. we get to delmar and head east. the group is still ahead of us, i believe that they are outside of blueberry hill picking up a few riders. at the intersection of delmar and skinker we catch up all the way and the group is whole again. we ride some more blocks, and then run through a police sobriety check point. one cop asks as we pedal by "who is drunk?" and i believe there was some cheering, but they (the cops) did little to ruin our fun, they ley us ride through untouched and upright.
at this point i am cold, and in a very bad mood (nicotine withdrawl) and decide that i should in fact lead the group on a somewhat shorter than planned route. that get nixed. i get yelled at. and we proceed to union, the planned right turn. we head into the park on union. go to the top of the worlds fair pavilion and ride down the snow covered derby track. now as i just mentioned it was snow covered and i think that not everyone wanted to ride down it, but that is the way it goes.
we then regrouped ast the bottom of the hill, and disscussed which way to take out of the park. we decided on hampton to oakland.
for some reason we needed to regroup again at hampton, a mere 1/2 mile from the last regrouping. this is where zoo security came flying up the hill in their jeep and started yelling. they said that the park had a curfew and that we were blockingtraffic and that we should move on or he would be forced to call the city police. after some yelling, and unfortunatly, some insulting of the zoo cop we moved on. it was a nice mile or so back to the hi-pointe on oakland.
it was there that everyone decided on the plans for the rest of the night. and most went to an after party at eddies house.
i felt like going home and breaking something, but i just went to bed.