Well #11 was everything i expected and more. the more turned out to be three lengthy flat tire changes with insufficient beer to pass the down time. Let us learn from this fucking bike clubbers. never again let us be caught unprepared. when leaving the hi-pointe lets model ourselves after the boy scouts and their fondness for beer, preparedness and child molestation (child molestation is optional).
The route on this ride was one of our bests. The luxurious wide lanes of the unopened forest park parkway. With not a lick of traffic on our tails there was plenty of weaving between cones and barrels. an unforseen benefit of this course was the unpaved cyclo cross section from skinker to debaliver that may or may not have been responsible for Joe's flat tire.
From the parkway we continued on market to downtown where we ended up at the always questionable RUE 13. The beers were cheap but the chodes were plentyful and there wasnt even a bathroom attendant on duty. At one point just before we left i inadvertantly stole about 20 oz of Sake when i filled up my water bottle with a pitcher of clear liquid from the bar that to my surprise was definately not water. Who knew i was such an excellent theif. after pouring it down the sink and getting some actual water we were on our way back again.
somewhere before reaching jefferson Mosby took out Andy Brockman and knocked himself silly. Andy's wheel was expertly beaten back to round by professional bike mechanic Greg but there was no easy fix for the concussed Mosby. The decision was made to call a ride for kris but he promptly refused to take it and then swerved and weaved his way back home and the empty pickup truck returned to whence it came.
excellent weather, superb turn out, bitchin fiasco
(bitchin fiasco, bitchin fiasco donuts on your lawn!)