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Geezers or Bust
J: Last Wednesday we attended an infamous
Geezer bike ride to Franklin's
brew pub. Peter Hardy came along, he's back in town from Australia for
a few more days. It was great to see him, I hope we can visit him
someday down on the underside of the planet. After a couple pints we
rode toward home, but our party split when we reached the College Park
Airfield and its 94th
Aerosquadron restaurant. The other Geezers banked off for the 94th,
and Gina and I continued home. Gina's front sprocket shifter had
broken, and about three blocks from home my back tire told me in no
uncertain terms that it was flat. I told Gina and she initially said
she'd walk her bike too, but very soon after that she rode by and gave
me a raspberry, not a fruity raspberry but the noisy kind. I thought
that was funny.
Chris Welsh visited us again this weekend. He showed up at the Looneys'
place on Thursday night and then at our monthly party on Friday. I made
several really good mushroom dishes for him, and Kory and Leo came over
for games and extremely exhausting, heated debates and arguments over
several metaphysical, philosophical, and personal issues. Jenny came
over to play a game and take Gina dancing, too.
Meanwhile some of the Greenbelt Geezers rode their bikes to the Metro,
took that into DC, rode through Rock Creek Park and rode the Canal Towpath about 50 miles before
camping in a really muddy campground. Then they rode back the next day.
I saw Dorian at the gas station on Monday; he said it was a grueling
ride but fun, he was on his way to the hot tub to soothe his aching
muscles.
Here are a couple HMRs sent to us by Eric
Zuckerman and Kevin Hollenbeck:
HAIKU TUNNEL %-D
The filmmakers' jest:
"Lights! Camera! Inaction!"
See it and learn why.
MATRIX: RELOADED
trinity has the
same look in her eyes whether
coming or going
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