For those of you who missed last night's Pirate ride - http://singlespeedpirate.blogspot.com - I pity you to the ends of the earth. That being said, the four of us that were able to show our faces for the fete of sweat and parasites were rewarded with myriad jewels of joy...
The trail conditions at SMP were quite good, all in all, and other than the aforementioned tick attack, the heat was really the only negative factor we had to otherwise overcome; though the SMP park police were quite disappointed they couldn't make a bust during our after hour invasion of the Autobahn. It had been nearly three weeks since the Pirate Crew/Team 8 Lumen gang had gathered at the roundtable of raunch, and the festivities did not fall short of expectations in any way, shape or form. The night was replete with Indiana Jones-like spider web facials, as well as a gaggle of giddy high-schoolers atop the six story lookout tower. There may or may not be photographic evidence of Handleballs' valiant re-ascent of the structure to apply many a Capt. Cuntwat stickers on the railings; only the statute of limitations will save him from the law- the one that concerns forceable tick removal by a third party in Daisy Dukes.
After a few wrong turns and sidewall plugs we made our way back to the Lair of Doom and hastily commenced with the injection of barley juice enemas, the ticks jumping to their demise with b.a.c levels of close to 50%...PETA should be alerted at once. The only thing that would have made the night more of a success would have been the presence of El Blanco Miguel and his new Fatback Porker; for all is lost when tales of loose lips flapping in the wind from a parasail are not told...
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