R16 65 I'm a Lizard

The iPhone live photos are crushing my spirit. I have a series of photos, all 2-3 seconds, of Beavers dancing. I just spun around and took a bunch of pictures. And it turns out, the music is included when you watch them in the Google folder. But I can't get them to upload to Blogger. Dam it! At least not in video-ish form. It's a tragedy, because they are amazing. 

• If you are a beaver, and you have access to the Team Beaver Google folder, I would strongly encourage you to go to the July 29 Ottumwa to Washington folder and watch videos IMG 2027-2039. 
• If you are a beaver and you don't have access to that folder, just get in touch with me. I'll share it. 
• If you are not a beaver and you want to see it, well, we are looking for a driver for 2017. 
• If you know how to make those live videos into something wonderful and Google friendly, please do so and I will love you forever. 

But I am getting ahead of myself.

So, there I was JRA and paying close attention to the signs of sobriety, should they start to appear. It was a lovely afternoon. Warm, sunny, and with very little bike traffic on the road. The hills had seemed to mellow out a bit.

At one point, I saw Pochy riding along, side by side with a bagger. They were engaged in deep conversation, so I just waved and watch them zoom away.

I ran into a few people that I knew and chatted with them for a bit, trying to hide my beer soaked afternoon. I was having a pretty nice time, all things considered.

And, then, like a mirage in the desert, I saw it. The stuff of legends: Lizard Party.

On the left side of the road was a huge pole barn and there were signs for free beer. Mayday mayday. I pulled over and found a number of beavers, but not all. Beavers were dancing, they were drinking beer.

Hello old friend

Steven stole a hat from one of Cheney's Shit Kicking Death Eaters (remember them from Iowa City last year? Right?). Masinga was giving condom pep talks and the whole team was just having a good old beaver time. 

I guess that sobering up would have to wait. 

Because I was at the back of the pack, I had some catching up to do. So I donated enough for two beers and got to work. It was great. Lizard parties are huge! With bands and beer and tents and the works. Thank you Team Lizard! Eastern Iowa is better because of you.

Lady Pocket

But like all good things, it had to come to an end, and soon the Troopers had descended on the party and were shutting things up, alas. Time to roll.

Iowa really does have the coolest troopers. 

I staggered back to my bike, at least I think it was the right one, and headed out. Not waiting for the rest of the team. They would catch me. 

Okay, riding to sober, take two.