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| Somewhere in the middle of that long straight section |
We left Britt in a hell of a head wind coming out of the south. This always seems true when you are riding into Clear Lake, or at least, when I am riding into Clear Lake. I had chatting for a few minutes at the water station in Britt with a work friend of mine. I think I surprised him with an over exuberant and sweaty hug, so I missed the beaver train when it rolled out of town. I was feeling my oats so I headed off into the wind and lucky caught a nice, slow moving recumbent train that pulled me within spitting distance of the eastward turn.
Halfway between Britt and Garner was a Backpocket Stop, so I knew I'd catch the beavers there. Soon enough I was crossing a massive yard and joining the beavers in a massive line for a beer. A gal was handing out condoms in line and a lady said, "my husband would kill me if I came home with a condom." [And then, as I waited in line, I contemplated this conundrum: what is worse? Showing up with an unopened unused condom or showing up with no condoms. At least an unused condom would proved that you hadn't used it?] Then we had to hike all the way back up the yard to our secluded shady spot. We drank our beers and peed in the beans and behind piles of dirt, and then we decided to press on.
Only press on we didn't really get to do. Just as I was walking across the yard to get to my bike, I heard "Beavers!" and looked over and spotted Damn Daniel in fine form. Drunk, sweaty, bedazzled in koozies, and topless. How is that guy so sexy? I wonder if he's that sexy in real life? I decided that he reminds me of Euron Greyjoy from GOT.
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| Pirate sexy |
I chatted with Daniel for a bit and then suggested that I needed a tattoo. He then told me that if that was going to happen, we'd have to go in a secluded place with no children around. We went back to the trees and I got my marking. Me-ow. I returned the favor by giving him some calf tattoos. He said he'd catch up with us later.
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| Tats |
I headed back to the bikes imagining that I was
way behind the beavers at this point, so I was surprised to find Steven. She was waiting on the side of the road waiting for Too Much, who had, you guessed it, a flat.
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Too Much's Daily Flat
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Then, as I was chatting with Steven, the Spirit Riders rode up, at least Dancing Queen and Hard Ass. We were chatting with them when a rider who was trying to get off his bike and join the party sort of toppled over right in front of us, quick as lightning, Hard Ass ran off to the party to get first aid supplies. He came back with paper towels and some peroxide. Hard Ass to the rescue.
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| Dancing Queen |
With Too Much and that dude patched up with returned to the ride, hoping somewhere to find the Beavers. Along the way, we chatting with Dancing Queen and Hard Ass, who told us about their crazy lives and their crazy team and their crazy teammates.
At some point, Steven, I think had to spot for a pee, so I kept riding and eventually rode with Bandit. She and I had a nice heart-to-heart about the more emotional side of Team Beaver. I'm going to miss our chats.
Before long, we had turned north towards Garner and were enjoying a fabulous tail wind that blew us into town, where we would discover the ultimate Beaver picnic in action.
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