Booze Cruze Recap
Ok, there isn’t much to recap, really, but: Started at Alex’s fine casbah and drank some beer standing on his ridiculously shiny kitchen floor. We somehow gathered a ton of bikes together for all the non riders, and headed to brewer’s alley. To say it was packed would be a criminal understatement. Everyone from frederick, ever, was there. Barbara Fritchie was doing body shots with FSK, etc. You couldnt breath, much less stand/carry on a conversation. Jon, Bek, Mel and I slammed thru the throngs to the bar, and gave people the hairy eyeball until they gave up their seating. Even with bar seats it was crushingly tight. Two beers later, we were off to Guidos, my least favorite bar of all time. It used to be that just one bartender hated me. Now they all do. Somehow, people kept buying me beer, which, being a polite fellow, I drank. 4 or 5 beers after I should have quit, I was somehow back in my house, at 2 AM, trying, highly unsuccessfully, to do a bike fitting for Anne, John S’s wife. After a while I wandered off to bed and John and Anne stole all of our liquor and went home. Not really. They just poked thru our closets and set our clocks ahead 2 hours. Not really. Anyway. It was a good time, but when we got to Guidos, everyone, it seems, had evaporated. Somehow, between Brewers and Uptown, about 12 people had either called it quits or been mauled by roving packs of Cadalliac Escalades. Photo link from Mic (Mick?) aka MTB Mic aka surlyauls1nglespeedryder (jeez that last one is a mouthfull)





















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