on tuesday HE created tacos!

And what a spiritual creation that is! I honestly don't even know where to start the report from last night. On the craziness factor, it wasn't much of an evening, but there were lots of firsts and my stomach hurts this morning from laughter. I am bound to forget some details seeing how there is just too much to remember, feel free, as always, to chime in with the missing details.

Bambi crawled out from under his rock and joined Cap'n, B, Ghost, and me for In-Laws final outing with the FT3 crew prior to his move to the big city. In honor of this event, and because it is just the way I roll, I sported the pointy TT helmet and Tri skin suit for the evening ride. I also thought In-Law might enjoy the preview of Bay Area fashion. The aero advantage of the outfit helped me race right the the back of the pack. Even though I was still feeling a bit tired from my big day, Cap'n allowed me to reclaim my spot as ride leader. I do think we should institute the rotating ride leader duties again. Anyway, we headed up to the Picnic Table Graveyard, linked the horse trail onto the Interpretive Trail (not a great new find) and then headed up P is for Puke and dropped B is for Barf, we then climbed Rock Garden 1a and took Rock Garden Proper headed out to Barnes Back. As always Barnes Back caused conversation topics to become interesting. We ended with Wedding March, 1a in the more frequently travelled direction, and then the lake loop, finally saying hello to In-Laws grandma camped at site 15 at one of the lovely Sly Park camping locations. The ride officially ended with a swim at the boat launch. The swim was a nice way to remove the excess dust from ones body. Yup, it is that time of year again, dusty as hell. Cap'n suggested a two heat race for a beer and all were game. In-Law won the first leg of the race but suffered greatly in the second heat from his "fly and die" approach to long distance swimming. Little did we know that this was foreshadowing the remainder of the evening for In-Law. I took the front spot for swim #2 and save Cap'n from buying beer.

Our arrival at the Hole was marked with an odd atmosphere and little attention paid the the FT3 boys. As the night wore on, it was clear it was one of "those nights" and the folks at the Knot Hole were just trying to keep a lid on the events. We settled into our usually summer outside sitting location adorned with mood light. Again the fire pit was already claimed by Frenchies or Aliens, possibly both. In-Law did state that he was going for the record and produced two "8 count" taco orders to get things rolling, too bad 12 tacos and a few beers is not the record. While In-Law was in the midst of his record attempt, we were all entertained by the B Show. First, B suffered a jump up - fly away leg cramp that had him hopping all over the back patio. Second, Da Bomb presented B with the biggest hot sauce battle any of us have seen him take on. No one saw the curtain of Bomb applied to said taco, but the aftermath was massive. He finally recovered just in time to see that In-Law was not only not going to make the record, he was actually starting to give away tacos! Fly and Die, what can I say? To keep the events interesting, our friendly taco serving barmaid threw out probably the most colorful and tasteless justifications for oral sex any of us were expecting to hear, especially at an establishment claiming to be family friendly. Well that did it, the night was not going to end cleanly. The "taco comment" was followed by the arrival for the cougars, clearly forced out of their natural habitat by the heat. They came in force and it was with sheer luck that we all made it out safely. Good ride, unforgettable taco event!

Upcoming events:
Tour de P'ville Steeps (6 pm on Saturday July 18th????)
FT3 CX Tour: Dec 4-6 2009 to Porland OR for Crank Bros CX Grand Prix

Until we ride again,
LOtB

(I honestly do not think I will ever look at a Taco the same way again)