MudX--3-18-11.Ladi-X

Aye, we planted the ShovelFlag and the Faithful gathered for the MudX:

SixMike

BoyMarlo

McDeuce (avec gants)

Silence

Diddy

Mizer

Dredd

Voice of Harold

The Rock

Thang:  this route would be pretty hard to describe.  We ran about 4 miles, in 200 meter increments, with a bunch of stuff jammed in between.  We climbed over The Train, which is strictly verboten—so I’m pretty proud of that.

                NakedMan Moleskin:

1.       Kotters:  Voice of Harold returned with his SmokeBoots on.  Welcome Back Brother.

2.       WhattheckareyoutalkingaboutDredd?:  After being asked 14 times if he was the “Six”, Mizer finally said “what the heck is the Six?”  It’s the ass-end of the snake Brother. 

3.       LadyApostle:  Much as The Faithful were surprised on the Campos one Saturday by the appearance of the Mexi-X, the Hispanic version of our beloved Rottweiler-headed leader GX, who exhorted the Faithful to train hard for the MudX and “never back down, Essay” we had a similar experience this AM when Ladi-X appeared out of the Gloom to accost the Faithful with a high-pitched version of “Pay the Price!”  This unsolicited exhortation and the size of Ladi-X’s head were not the sole eerie anti-matter parallels to our Apostle—she also had on powder blue compression socks and was leading a giant dog around with a motorcycle chain.  In short, it was bizarre, and it didn’t end there.  Despite the limited visibility, Ladi-X was still able to discern the powerful form of Voice of Harold and provide him with the kind of personal encouragement we’ve come to expect from The Apostle.  Of course, the fact that Ladi-X was well . . .  a chick version of GX, didn’t cut any mustard with Silence who immediately began making his usual Dutch Oven plans in that swirling box of snakes between his ears.  His one remark:  “we’re gonna need a bigger oven” before he scampered off the Campos Altered States style with his Manson Lamps burning crazy Brothers.  Crazy.

4.       Epstein’s Mother:  OBT remains in Davos (seemingly interminably), although he continues to post fake Tweets from “South Florida” about supposed peyote-fueled sightings of Mexi-X and La Familia  setting up an Aqua Pura stand coincidentally (whatever) just at the point where OBT runs out of goo pack on a supposed 19m run.  OK, there’s a lot wrong with this story—too much to delve into in the Moleskin, so let’s leave it at this:  OBT’s in Davos and he and the Prius won’t be back until gas prices reach $5/gallon.