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| Still here! |
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| Leaving the Copper Lantern Party: People in Love |
How I made it to the LB's family shop is a mystery to me. The remainder of the afternoon is a bit spotty. But somewhere in the depths of my depravity, I came to a decision. We still had (bullsh!t) 30 miles left to ride. I was not looking forward to it.
So, I was ready to linger at the shop party (ok, it was a party for me. I am pretty sure everyone else was annoyed at our stupor).
With that in mind, we settled into a bit of shop shenanigans. Here are some pictures of that.
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| Too Fast for Shirts! |
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| We were all thinking it. :) JK! |
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| Mansplaning going on here. |
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| Is that the Mayor drinking water? |
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| More mansplaining |
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| Checking in with our lawyer |
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| Is that Billy? |
The thing is, I was not looking forward to the rest of the afternoon. We still had another 30-ish (bullsh!t) miles in this long-ass, hot-ass, hilly-ass, sore-ass, ass-ass ragby Friday.
So I decided to make a game for myself. I resolved to try to “ride myself sober.” I would just ride along and see how many miles it would take me to sober up.
Don’t worry, I am pretty good at drinky-biking, so I knew I could do it. My guess was about 17. There’s nothing like hills and pedaling and heat and the semi-empty roads of the afternoon to sober a gal up. And maybe, subconsciously, I was making a sacrifice to the ragby gods. I would get blitz-kegged, so that this day, this ragby, might be redeemed.
Perhaps.
What did happen is eventually I pried myself off the pavement and in an amazing feat of muscle memory, managed to get on my bike and pedal it eastward. Soon enough I was on my own and the challenge was on. Just how long would it take for me to come to my senses and return to my normal height?
Longer than you might think.
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