Sat, 17 Jun 2006
Me and HIV ran with the Atlanta hash today.
That's hash number five on my quest to run with all of the area hashes while I'm
up here. Although I just heard today about the Bear Creek hash, which means I
have another one to cross off. But I digress.
Today's hash was hared by Coffee Bean, aka Headlock. It was at some closed
strip mall off Howell Mill Rd. There was a pretty good crowd as we walked up.
Soon Bean began to give the chalk talk and demonstrate his marks. Nothing out
of the ordinary. Then people went back to running their mouths for a while,
and then we were off.
Surprisingly, the marks did look just like Bean's examples. We were running
through some sort of construction site. You can see the army virgin dude
(or maybe he was a marine) running ahead of me.
Then we did some railroad
track, and a creek, and all too soon we were at the beer stop. The beer stop
was at someone's house. Bean brought out the good beer (Heineken) and gave
directions for the second half, and pretty soon we were off again.
The second half was something of a blur, although the photographic record
shows that we ran past some kind of transformer substation or something. In
the second shot you can see HIV trying to match my blistering pace.
And then something really strange happened to the trail. Bean's marks had been
easy to follow all day, so when we came to a check that had only a YBF off
of it, and nothing else, we were really confused. The pack looked and looked,
with no luck. Finally Bean himself showed up, and said that the YBF was
really a BN(?) and gave us directions to the end.
At the end (which was at a pool) we got the full story. While laying
trail Bean had encountered a fat girl, who told him he was on private
property (he wasn't) and to stop throwing flour (he didn't). He explained
the hash to her, wrote the BN, and left. Apparently she then went inside,
Google'd the hash, read up on the marks, and then came back outside and
wrote a YBF just past the BN. Beeyatch.
It was nice hanging out at the pool, and the actual residents there didn't
take too much offense to us. You can see, from left, Bean showing how high
he can raise his arm, Assh*le talking about the glory days, army/marine
dude looking on (he didn't say much) and some hasher with man boobs (didn't
get the name). Good times.
Finally the circle was called to order. Some bimbo whose name I forget
(but it wasn't Skin Flute) did a nice job of running things and singling
out the private partiers. Me and two hashers from Texas (forgot names)
were recognized as visitors, and HIV paid the price for being away for too
long (lots of others also). Then some random down-downs, and then the
naming of the airline pilot guy. What kind of name is "John Denver"? Just
because John Denver killed himself in an experimental plane? Whatever.
Then some beers, volleyball, and warnings from someone from the apartment
complex. Following that, Bean fit 10 of us into his minivan for the ride
back to the cars. I didn't think Surly was going to fit, but he did.
Then we completed the complex shuttling process, and me and HIV went home
to celebrate Father's Day with his kids.
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Fri, 16 Jun 2006
This is the worst wing I've seen in quite some time.
It was on a 280ZX. And it was the +2 version of the ZX, so it was just that
much worse. I got a rear shot while we were at the light. You can't see,
but that wing is held on by six different kinds of screws (two of the holes
are empty). I got the second shot as I blew past them in my Jeep. I didn't
think I got the shot, but when I looked at the photos later, I did. Do you
think the passenger noticed me taking the picture?
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Wed, 14 Jun 2006
The 26th annual Tour de Bar was last weekend.
I had expected to miss it, but at the last moment I had to fly home for a job
interview. Go AirTran! As usual, we all met at the Brass Ring Pub. Well,
Steve performed a subtle editing job on the name of the bar. Alex rode with
us, and Alan showed up just before we left the first bar.
The second bar, as usual, was Betty Ann's. There were a lot of bikes parked
in front of the Winn Dixie across the street. And Sheepdipper was there!
And some other guy I didn't know.
There was quite a crowd in front of Betty Ann's. AAA was there with the guy
I didn't know. Soon enough it was time to make the move to the next bar. As
we did, the police finally showed up and told us to move the bikes from in
front of the store. "No problem, officer."
The third stop (as usual) was the Island Liquor Store and Lounge. I saw
Brandon there for the first time. There was piggy back riding for the ladies.
And then some other ladies got up on the bar and started rubbing against each
other. Brandon looked happier after that.
Fourth stop (did I lose count?) was the Sailfish Marina. Vince got a shot of
the crowd departing. But then everyone
had to get over the bridge. Almost everyone did, except for the guy I
passed who was standing there with the cops and the rescue truck and the blood
running down his leg. Apparently he stood up on the pedals to get make it
up the bridge, the chain snapped, and something bad happened to his knee.
At least Steve made it over. You can see me dropping him like a Seinfeld-alum
Eventually we made it to the marina lounge. Lots of bikes once again. The
bikes weren't arranged as neatly as before, and the crowd noise had grown
quite a bit. We were buying six packs from the ship's store, so as to avoid
the higher priced drinks in the bar.
Steve met this nice girl, and wanted to pose with her in front of the Captain.
Then the Captain's nephew or something came along, and snatched her away.
After that is where we made our discreet getaway. We had to get to GH's
birthday hash that evening. I guess the party went on into the night at
the hotel. I heard something about Alex being run out of the hotel for
"borrowing" crab legs. And I hope John met up with the big beefy guys he was
looking for. All in all a good time. I can't wait for next year.
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Tue, 13 Jun 2006
Is it just me, or is this the ugliest color for a BMW ever?
Can this really be a factory color? Or did someone pay to have their Z4
resprayed a sort of pea soup green? Maybe it's supposed to be patriotic,
and look like olive drab. Whatever the reason, it doesn't work for me.
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Mon, 12 Jun 2006
GH had his birthday hash Saturday night.
We had to make an early exit from Tour de Bar, but it was worth it. We had
already hit four bars, but we were ready for some more. There was a good
turnout at the start. AI stopped by with
before heading on to some sort of improvisational theater.
Ben Stein Itsy was there. We were all trying to win his
The Princess even made the trek up from down south. Nobody wanted to mess with
Once we got moving, the trail wound around Lake Worth and then over the bridge
to Kreusler Park. We had time for a few beverages, and then went back over
the bridge to the Hungry Lizard Bar, or whatever it's called.
After the Lizard the trail went to the Dwarf, where we all saw Dirty Butt,
and drank good beers for a change. Then the pack headed for South Shore,
but as that would have been our seventh bar of the day (counting Tour de Bar)
we called it a night and snuck on home with our beers between our legs.
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Sun, 11 Jun 2006
We've started going to the Sunday morning ultimate game.
Me and Linda, that is. There's a low-level (sorry, you know it's true) game
at the amphitheater down by the water at 9:00 am Sunday. The only non-standard
rule they have is no stall count, but nobody really holds onto the disc for
too long. And they are a little shaky on the pick rule. But they have some
decent throws and cuts. They play three games to 7, and I must admit I was
dragging a bit by the last game. It was good fun, and I'm looking forward to
being back in town so I can play again. It's a nice venue, with great grass,
right by the water.
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Sat, 10 Jun 2006
Me and Bruce went to Dogwood Aikikai yesterday.
I hadn't done any aikido in over a year, but Bruce wanted to try it, so we
did. I called them up, and they said to come on down to their beginner class
on Friday night. They even had a loaner gi for Bruce. I was a little rusty
stepping back onto the mat, but it's amazing how fast it comes back. There
were so many people there that Brian (the instructor) ended up splitting the
class, so I didn't get to see anything that Bruce was doing. But I had fun,
and he had fun, so maybe he'll go back.
Afterward was the traditional drinking of beverages and eating of pizza, right
around the corner at Johnny's Pizza. The group was a lot of fun, and we really
had a good time with them.
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Thu, 08 Jun 2006
Sydney likes to be close to the camera.
Here's a couple shots where she tried to climb inside the camera. She may
make the dog's life a living hell, but at least she looks good.
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Wed, 07 Jun 2006
I figured the Tuesday night 666 hash was a good place to be if the Rapture came last night.
The Rapture didn't come, but we still had fun. The hash met south of Little
Five Points, in front of the Kroger. In keeping with my time in Atlanta, I
have forgotten the hares' names. [Update: I looked on the website, and it
was I Da Ho, and Portugese Water Dog]. I Da Ho was looking fine
in her devil-may-care outfit, complete with red wig, horns, and
come-play-with-me boots. There was quite a turnout of hashers; even EM and
Head Nurse showed up.
The chalk talk was nice, and included references to Sinful Vistas, Sin Near
marks, YBFs (You've Been Fried in Hell), but the best mark was the special
check mark for the evening: the pentacle. Plus the hares had tattoos on offer.
I got a nice flame on the back of my hand, but I was really disappointed
later when I found out it was only temporary.
I do remember one name from the evening, when I met Pornocopia, who was
missing a sock. I donated her a pair of slightly used Doggie Style socks.
It took her about ten minutes to get dog poo on them once the run started.
Once the run started we quickly hit the first Sin Stop. Actually it was a
Hot Damn stop, as the hares were passing out shots of Hot Damn, which tastes
like they poured grain alcohol into a jar full of Atomic Fireballs, and then
poured it back out again. Mmm good.
From there the trail wound around and through LIttle Five, before ending
near an under-construction house. We had to wail a while for all the hounds
to get in, but eventually Humpty Dumpty and the rest of them made it.
There was a little confusion on the way to the third beer check, but we got
there okay. Even HIV made it. We sat on a low wall, eating the chips meant
for the circle, and drinking the circle beer. We were interrupted once by
a woman who claimed she had her boyfriend's head in her purse, but she moved
on. We left before she came back.
Then it was on to the end. It wasn't far, and it ended in a vacant lot next
to an apartment building (foreshadowing). I forget who ran the circle, but it
went well. He did it backwards because of 666, so we began with rule 6
violations, and proceded backwards to the hare. As we were finishing up, two
cars of Atlanta's finest rolled up. They were in a good mood, so it worked
out that we just had to pack up and go. They did stick around to make sure
The hare was waxing rhapsodic about the blood wrestling at a nearby bar, but
when we got there we found that it had a $10 cover charge. So we went to the
basement of the Claremont instead. In all the time that I've spent in
Atlanta I never knew that the Claremont had an exotic dancing club in the
basement. I learned something at the hash. They had a nice chunky goth girl
painted up in blue colors dancing there. I took a few photos, but didn't
really want to use the flash, so it's hard to see what they are. I think
the second one is of a Spanish language video poker machine.
When we finally left, we had a long walk ahead of us. High Balls (he's the
smart one) finally hailed a cab for us. Good idea. We arrived back at the
parking lot to find that yr fthfl scribe had somehow lost the car key. Oh.
So, after a call to HIV's life partner we sat around in the parking lot with
Humpty Dumpty and that guy whose hash name I forget, eating spicy peanuts
and swapping insults about who could be dumb enough to lose the car key.
Then Julie showed up with the replacement, and all was well.
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Tue, 06 Jun 2006
I'm living in the basement.
In Bruce's house, for a month, while I'm in Atlanta. It's very nice, and
Julie did a great job in setting it up. I just like how it sounds when I
tell people I live in the basement.
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Mon, 05 Jun 2006
The kids have 48 boxes of sparklers. Well, now it's 46 boxes.
We all read the safety precautions on the side of the box, and then disregarded
them. Both Rachel and Joshua had sparklers in each hand, running around the
yard. I was hoping for a sparkler sparring match, but no such luck.
Everyone behaved with safety as the foremost consideration. But there are
46 boxes left...
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Sun, 04 Jun 2006
Me and Bruce went back to ride at Blanket's Creek on Saturday.
Bruce had to crouch down so he could fit into the picture. Or maybe he was
stretching; I'm not sure. In the second photo he's modeling his new
We did a warm-up lap on Mosquito Flats. I think this picture is pretty good,
for reaching around behind me with the cell phone to get a picture of Bruce
about to pass me. Then we got to the start of the intermediate trail
(Dwelling Loop?). It was Saturday, so we were going clockwise. Or maybe it
was counter-clockwise. We just went the same way as everybody else.
So we were hammering along, and as we went over a particularly difficult log
pile I saw what looked like a long black hose moving on the side of trail.
Slithering, actually. So we stopped and got a good look at what Bruce said
was an Eastern King Snake. He claimed it was harmless, so I let him take the
camera and get some more pictures of it. Amazingly, nobody was hurt. That
was pretty much the high point of the ride. After that we finished the loop
and got ready for
afternoon's Pine Lake hash.
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I still can't believe we got to see Jimmy Buffett in Atlanta for his '06 tour.
Me and Bruce were at lunch on Thursday, and he picked up one of those free
newspapers that lists all the cool stuff happening. And we saw that Buffett
was playing the next night. It would have been nice to go, but we figured
it had to be sold out.
Then that afternoon we were in Borders, shopping the computer books section,
and Bruce's phone rang. It was his friend Ira, saying that he had an extra
ticket for Buffett, and that he might be able to get both of us in. Cool.
Friday afternoon we headed down to the
Lakewood HiFi Buys
Amphitheater. We were coming out of the Kroger after stocking up on Corona
and Red Bull, when the skies opened up and it began pouring rain. But we
pressed on. On the way Linda text'ed me this picture of what she was doing
So we got there, and bent over as we paid the $25 for parking, and started
walking in. The rain was letting up, but we were still getting wet. There
were some cool looking buildings as we walked in. Bruce was looking sharp.
The wreckage of the day's festivities was strewn around the parking lot.
There were tiki bars, daquiri machines, puking parrotheads, and more. We
met Ira, who said that he didn't really want to stay, and gave us both his
tickets! I love you man.
Once we got to the place where they take tickets it became even more clearer
that people had been drinking all afternoon. It was like the crowd going into
a Dead show. We walked past the crowd on the lawn (where I usually sit)
and into the covered, seated section. The tickets were great, in the center,
about halfway down. We had to run some drunks out of our seats, but they
weren't too hard.
The camera phone doesn't really capture the scene well, but if you look close,
you can see Jimmy. He did all my favorites. There were two empty seats next
to us, and drunks would cruise up and try to stand there, but we ran them
off. Finally, though, a couple girls slid in there, and we told them they
were welcome to stay.
The girls introduced themselves as Lisa and Jenn (I think). We danced for the
rest of the night, and took turns making beer runs. Just so you know, a
16 ounce Coors will cost you $12 there. And $14 for a margarita.
Here's another shot of the stage, with different lighting.
All too soon, the show was over. Jimmy did a couple encores, and then they
turned the lights on. So we made our way back to the parking lot, which had
turned into a red clay mud pit. Cars and trucks were slithering around in
the mud, and spraying mud everywhere. Drunks were trying to push cars out of
the mud, and falling into the mud, and being sprayed with mud. So we waited
and watched. Finally the crowd thinned out enough, and we got in the Isuze
Rodeo, and made our run up the mud hill. No problem. We got on the highway
and headed home. What a great show. Possibly my best Buffett show ever.
Thanks again, Ira.
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Sat, 03 Jun 2006
Today we ran with the Pine Lake hash.
Mostly because it was closer than the Atlanta hash. It was still fun. We
got there and paid our hash cash, and then stood around talking. And
loading the bag truck, etc. Then we got the chalk talk, with lots of scary
warnings about poison ivy, and we were off.
The trail wound through the woods around Life College, and through the campus
itself. It was very picturesque. At one point the trail crossed a river
(by bridge) and the hare had been thoughtful enough to mark the best point to
see the scenic vista. So I took a picture.
Then the trail kept going through the campus, and then along some long,
straight highway. There were lots of used cars for sale. Did I mention it
was straight? Eventually we ducked into another campus, some kind of
Polytechnic school. By this time it was hot enough that I didn't get the
full name. We hashed across that campus, and then onto another road (Hwy
42?). I want to thank the hare for keeping us out of all of that nasty
shiggy we could see from the road, and allowing us to stay clean and dry up
on the highway.
Eventually the trail ended at a pool in the Life College student housing.
There was only one person in the pool when we got there. She was peacefully
bobbing on a raft.
As soon as we arrived she jumped up and left. About eight minutes later the
police arrived. Coincidence? Anyway, Snot Rag spent a long (long) time in
conference with the officer. Eventually they seemed to reach an agreement
that involved us removing all of the bottles from inside the fenced pool
area. I can live with that. Then the officer left, never to return and
check up on us. So we got back in the pool. I like the second photo; it's
Little [something] Liquor Bitch, or L2B2 for short.
Then it was your basic circle of fear, followed by your basic hotdogs and
hamburgers, followed by your basic drive home. That was fun. Oh, and
here's the GPS track, proving conclusively that Snot Rag is a dirty liar,
as I had a (mostly) on-trail distance of 4.75 miles, rather than the 3.5
that he claimed. But we all know never to trust the hare...
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Fri, 02 Jun 2006
We ran with the Slow Lazy Urban Thursday hash last night.
Or the SLUT hash for short. The start was in Decatur, not too far from our
old house on Fantasy Lane. The hare was Mr. Mom, and I didn't get his co-hare's
name. You can see him explaining the trail here, and the second photo is him
with his co-hare. I didn't get a picture of Creepy Weird Dude (not his real
hash name) who was hanging around, breathing through his mouth and generally
weirding me out.
I also remebered this woman from the Wheelhopper hash on Sunday, but of
course I didn't remember her name. But I do remember Humpty Dumpty, who has
just moved down from the Chicago hash. We talked about all of the Chicago
hashers I haven't seen for a while. And finally the GM, MC Hasher, and her
sidekick Devo. Once nice thing about the SLUT hash is that they have good
beer (and they better, for $7) and they bring it out before the run starts,
which is a concept the other Atlanta hashs would do well to emulate.
We finally got started, and the first leg of the trail turned out to be
really good. Lots of shiggy, thorns, and water crossings. We spent a lot of
time at the beer stop, waiting (and waiting) on the back of the pack, who
had somehow gotten the idea that trail was on North Decatur Rd, and had set
off that way. Eventually they filtered in, some on foot, and some by car.
The second leg of trail was equally good, with possibly even more water
crossings, shiggy, and fireflies. But by the time we got to the second beer
stop it was 9:00 pm, and the pack was beginning to grumble about food and
going to work the next day, and so on. MC Hasher consulted with Mr. Mom via
cell phone(!) and Mr. Mom returned to the beer stop to lay a kinder, gentler,
straighter, more paved trail to the end. Which was good. There was some
excellent chicken, rice, and salad at the end. As well as more beer. The
circle was nice, and low key.
Dr. Doo-doo was there, as was Bruce (or should I say "HIV"). And
Gentrification displayed the singing Billy Bass fish he had found on trail.
The fish sang "Take me to the river, drop me in the water", so someone threw
it in the pool. Then we finally organized a vehicle relay back to the start.
Somehow Creepy Weird Dude was able to get back to the start and to his car
before anyone else. I can't figure out how he did that.
And here's the GPS track from the run. It was only about 3.5 miles, but it
was a good one.
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Thu, 01 Jun 2006
We saw the Braves beat the Dodgers at Turner Field tonight.
It was their third match-up in three days, and the Braves finally won a game.
Bruce and I left after work, and drove down to Turner Field. On the way
we were talking about how much hot dogs would cost at the field, when we
realized we were stopped in traffic next to the Varsity. Whatylyouhave?!
I had the two chili dogs and onion rings combo, with a Coke. They didn't
fry the Coke. It was pretty busy there.
We weren't sure what to expect when we got the field, but we found a lot
of traffic. We opted out of it by parking at the first hotel we saw, and
walking in. I hadn't been to the field since the 1996 Olympics, where I
think we saw Italy play Cuba in baseball. They had since demolished part of
the stadium in order to turn it into a true baseball stadium, accepting the
We had what I thought were good seats. They were on the top level, but in
row 8, right behind home plate, and with an excellent view of the giant TV
screen. I had brought binocular with me, so I experimented with holding the
camera phone up to the binoculars as a ghetto telephoto lens. It kind of
worked; you can see the umpires talking before the game.
I got a couple photos of me and Bruce. The first one has both of us, and
the second is Bruce with the field behind him.
Just after the game
started there was a promotion where a DHL delivery person came out and
delivered a box of tickets to a lucky fan. The lucky fan was sitting
close by us, so I got a picture of him/her holding the box as the
DHL person was walking away. You can also see who Bruce got to sit next
to all night.
Here's the ghetto zoom with a shot of the batter, and one of the pitcher.
The game went well for the Braves. The Joneses (Chipper and Andruw) got
home runs early on, and the score was never really in doubt. About the
fourth or fifth inning they began playing the tomahawk chop music from
some old TV western. I know the Braves say they invented it, but all I
can think of when I hear it is the FSU Seminoles. I had to put my fingers
in my ears.
The grounds crew did their usual ballet. Late in the game the Braves
pitcher did have some trouble, and there was a conference on the mound. The
ghetto zoom reveals that the manager was actually saying, "Will you stop
serving up those softballs, and throw the damn thing!". The final score was
something like 9-4, so the game ended after the the first half of the ninth
inning, and we headed for home.
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Wed, 31 May 2006
The most dangerous man in the room
is Bruce, seen here in a rare moment of reflection.
Don't even think about what he could do with that screwdriver he is pointing.
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Tue, 30 May 2006
I encountered the "don't boild water in a microwave" urban legend today.
Strictly speaking, it isn't an urban legend, but it is unlikely you will see
it in real life. I was onsite at a client, and I saw this sign in the break
I had heard about this before, and I checked
to see if it was real. What Snopes said is that is just barely possible, but
unlikely. Basically, when you boil water in a clean cup in a microwave, the
water can be superheated, but the cup will not get hot. Because of this, no
bubbles form on the inside of the cup, and the superheated water is just
waiting for any kind of nucleation sites that will trigger boiling. Nucleation
can be supplied by a spoon or tea bag, as the sign says.
What the sign doesn't say, and Snopes does, is that this nucleation can be
triggered during the microwaving by leaving a non-conductive (wooden or plastic)
spoon in the cup. This will give the bubbles a place to form. Why not say that
on the sign, rather than banning all microwave heating of water?
When I first saw this, it reminded me of the signs on gas pumps that said
"don't use your cell phone because it can spark and start a fire". Actually,
there are no recorded instances of this happening (see
but I guess somebody figured you can never be too safe. Much like the
prohibition on boiling water.
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Mon, 29 May 2006
I was back up at Bear Creek today
for Cartecay Bike Shop's Memorial
Day ride. I got there right at 10:00 am, so I just had time to change my rear
tube (flat from yesterday) and gear up. Mike from Cartecay explained that there
would be A, B, and C rides. The A group left first, for their 35 mile(!) loop.
I opted to go with Mike and the B group, which was going to back at the
trailhead and become the C group. We did some fast downhill on the gravel
road I had just driven up, all the way to the water, where we regrouped. So
far it was all downhill.
Then we got rolling again. This was all climbin, with Mike calling back, "Get
in your granny gear". And he was right. We went up, up, up, getting back all
of that elevation we had given away on the gravel road. Eventually we got to
the top. I only had to walk once. Eventually the whole group got there,
and we started again.
Since we were at the top, it was time to go downhill again. It was a fast
trail, and I quickly got used to going over the water bars. Finally we got
to the bottom, took a quick break, and were off for the final leg.
Back at the top we took a group photo. There was chicken on the grill, but
Mike left with the C group anyway. I had had enough, so I hung around for a
little while, and then headed back to Atlanta. That was a great ride, and I
want to thank Mike and Cartecay bikes. I want to get back up there for next
Wait, I almost forgot to put the GPS track up. I was wearing my Garmin
Forerunner 301. There is nothing but trees in the aerial photos, so I really
have no idea what's what. Plus there was pretty heavy tree cover, so the
GPS lost signal in some places. I think I picked out the trailhead, but that's
about it. TopoFusion did say that we had about 1500 feet of climbing, which
doesn't seem like enough.
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Sun, 28 May 2006
I got to ride with the Wheelhopper hash in Atlanta today.
It was a Blankets Creek in Marietta. I was thinking about going to the
Black Sheep run at Hedon, but that was 50 miles away, and this was 5 miles.
Easy choice. Big surprise, the start time was screwed up. I was there at
12:00 for a 12:30 start (like lots of other hashers who read the website)
but the hares were on a 1:00 / 1:30 schedule. At least I got to socialize
for a while.
There was a nice chalk talk before we started. I forget by who, just like I
forgot all the other names. Maybe I should take one of those Dale Carnegie
courses to not forget people's names.
I had ridden the first part of the trail a couple times before, when riding at
Blankets Creek. Then came the water crossing. Then a lot of climbing and
descending. I thought I was the only person who had to walk my bike up some
of the climbs, but then this other hasher (who's name I really should remember)
came up behind me.
The end was at a pavilion by the lake. And they drink good beer at the
Wheelhopper! Of course, they make up for that by doing down-downs while
seated on a stationary bike. Here's a photo of another guy who's name I forget
doing a down-down. No, wait, I remember that guy's name, because he got named
that day. Henceforth and forever more, blah blah blah, he will be known as
"Bacon Bitch". I like it.
Then it was my turn for a down-down. Here are some of the happy smiling faces
I saw looking back at me. The guy in the second photo with the cup was running
down-downs. Guess what, I forgot his name.
Here's the GPS track of the ride. I didn't turn the GPS on until about half
a mile in, but you can still see where we were. The summary said we did
1500 feet of climbing. Thanks for the ride, Wheelhoppers.
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