Happy New Years Little Beavers! Good bye 2015! Hello 2016! The Chinese Year of the Beaver! Just kidding. I don't know that. Anyway, tonight, look good, have fun, safety third!
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| Day 2 |
We couldn't convince the lady to take Too Much as her new tandem-husband, so we rolled into Newell seeking breakfast. We parked our bikes next to the bank, chose a rendevous spot (the Legion), and then we taught the Newell high school cheerleaders the original beaver cheer. Pochs is scouring the internet for footage of this incident, but has yet to turn up anything.
And, because it was rainy and very easy to skip the town of Newell, we had a little surprise. The line a the farm boys burrito stand was non existent. We just walked right up and ordered our burritos! No waiting! A miracle.
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| He always looks ready to pounce. |
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| That is why they had a lady guarding the pies. Her only job! |
Then we headed over to the Legion where they were selling ebelskivers. They were not selling booze, we were sad to note. It was not that kind of Legion, but when the rain picked up they did kindly allow folks into the basement to hangout and enjoy their breakfasts while waiting out the rain. So we did.
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| RBF in an American Legion |
One of the best parts of ragby, though, is sharing food and fun with your friends. So, Steven and I decided to split one of those tasty Denmarkian delights.
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| The erotic fun continues. |
Yum!
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| #bffs! |
Eventually, bored of sitting in a basement, and with a recon mission turning up no inside space in the bar around the corner, we decided we had better ride our bikes in the rain, so we hooded up and headed back outside and on towards Fonda.
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| Let's do this thing. |
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