We planted the shovel flag and the Faithful gathered in the Gloom:
The Pax:
Dredd
Senor Chips
American Pie
BlackBird
The Thang:
5.85 miles, with times ranging from 47:00 (American Pie) to approximately 51:00. Man, was it muggy.
Naked Man Moleskin:
- Orbital shifts. Dredd, building back from a lung-weakening cocktail consisting of equal parts IR and DR, was not on the point today. Do we need to check planetary alignments for unexplained shifts? Do we need to check the United States’ credit ratings for threat of downgrade? Regardless, we’re certain Dredd’s position in the back of the Pax is only temporary and the Pax will soon be chasing.
- Booty Loop remnants. The Pax found it surprising that there were no noticeable leftovers littering the route from the 24 Hours of Booty. Either the cleanup groups were in full force, or the Saturday night/Sunday morning downpours washed all remnants away. TClaps to all in the F3 nation that participated in the ride.
- Milkshake consumption. In the movie There Will Be Blood, Daniel Plainview utters “I drink your milkshake”, delivered to demonstrate that, sometimes, cruelty trumps weakness. That’s what the heat/humidity combo did today, brothers – it drank the Pax’s milkshake.
- Mankind achievements. It was determined that Body Glide has achieved equivalent rank with the development of calculus, the painting of the Mona Lisa and space travel as leading achievements of mankind.
- Naming rights. Looking for ideas on what to call this run.
BlackBird
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