R15 124 Up and Down into Davenport

And so onward we rode into Davenport. Because of the Bix7 or whatever the hell it is, that silly running race, ragby always has to take a funny way into Davenport. No glorious downtown parades for us. Instead ragby follows the back roads, hot black asphalt, trailers, and spooky woods, that look like they belong in northern Mississippi. 

The hills are punchy and steep and everyone is a little punch drunk and read to be done, but we managed to fight our way through the crowds and onto the main road, paved, that went into town. 

I was riding with Masinga, but we didn't see many of the rest of the team, and we weren't too far down the road when we saw it. Free Beer. Coming in hot. We pulled over. 

The family was running a little bbq sandwich stand out front and they had "free beer" (for donation) in the back, so we marched our selves back there, got a beer, and I think Masinga got a sandwich or some chips, then we stood on the side of the road and called 'em in, both trying to get other riders to stop and also looking for the rest of the team. 

Eventually, though, our beer were drunk and it was time to roll, so we hopped back on the bikes and enjoyed the long, smooth decent into D-town. We whizzed past industrial parks and warehouses and soon we spotted the Mayor on the side of the road, with Too Much (?), cheering and welcoming people to D-Town. 

We gathered up a small posse and continued on into D-town. I think we made one pit stop on the side of the road for peeing? Another Steven flat? I don't remember, but I do remember standing on the weedy side of the road with a group of beavers. Maybe we were getting intell about the Deb's location...

We took a left turn, followed a rough road into another industrial park, and found the Deb, and the Dale, and LLL, all waiting for us. The AC in the RV was blasting and we were done with the riding portion of ragby.

Whoo-hoo!

We snapped a team photo, quickly, before everyone changed out of their jerseys.

Well done beavers!

Look at those happy beavers!

Now all I had to do was put on some cut offs and try not to get offensively wasted on the ride home. I would leave that task to another...heh heh heh.