Run #1572 No One
Lodged a Protest!
Cuming Mutha called for the Gypsies to meet at
McLaren Lodge in Golden Gate Park off of Stanyan and his call was answered by
the usual bunch seeking both some exercise and more importantly the cheapest
drunk in town. The Outbeer carrying the precious cargo, a keg of Adobe
Creek Tamalpais Mexican Lager and the Sacred Thermi filled with
hot cider and rum slid right into a parking slot. The pack was gathering when Cuming
Mutha and the Mother Carrie of the Lost Patrol, On All 4s
arrived. CM was going to set the trial more or less live. Just having OA4s
to lead the halt, lame and already wasted gives that bunch a warm, safe
feeling. That she can also track CM on his iPhone is a plus and may
explain why he often “forgets” it. Manhole was driving the clown car and
Backside Banger only needed a pair of floppy shoes and a red nose to complete
the picture. No worries on the nose, the keg and Sacred Thermi would
paint it plenty red. Closet Twitcher pulled in on his bicycle as did Wash
This Asshole and Coculus Oculus! Dr. Kimble immediately
started circulating among the pack taking bets and offering odds on which of the
trio would actually survive a ride home. Backwash swears the lights were
glinting off the dollar signs in Dr. K’s eyes. Dr. K thought of
the bikers as his very own trifecta. Twinkle Dick strolled into the lot under
the false assumption that after the keg and Thermi he’d be able to stroll
back out, dreamer! Tri Crapalete and Just Jeorgina were back from
their world tour and thanks to the MarinH3 Just Jeorgina is now Wet
And Sloppy, a well-known fact already! In honor of their return, Tri
Crapalete took up the Male Missal and preached to the pack. A weeping
Hose Blower croaked that he’d never felt his soul so stirred, not to
mention his genitalia! CM was long gone on trail and the rest of the
pack was off in search of his works. Trail took the pack, speed demons and the LP
out of the parking lot and into the park where it whipped past the Hippie Hill and
through the National Aids Memorial Grove. The Shakespeare Garden felt the stomping
of the pack. The California Academy of
Sciences was skirted. The pack found Jack The Ripper by the Japanese Tea
Garden wondering why he couldn’t get a cuppa! As the trail crossed JFK
Promenade our hare appeared to join OA4s and the rest. Don’t think CM
provided any info, he is a hard-hearted hare! Trail took the pack through the Rose
Garden and past the Conservatory of Flowers, the Dahlia Garden and the Fuchsia
Dell. Pied Piper declared that
with all the flowers this was a whoreticultural trail, he would! Back at the
start the keg was tapped and the covered by the Cloak Of Invisibility. The
COI was in turn covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi
filled with hot cider and rum. The pack arrived back to find 5150 with a
horde of growlers strapped to his back, waste not want are his words to live by.
Chickenboner and Hand Pump were still off doing trail but with
plenty to drink and eat no search parties were being organized. Cheese Turd
arrived and offered to make sure he drank their share so, even if Chickenboner
and Hand Pump never came back none of the AC Tamalpais
or Thermi would go to waste. CT is a total humanitarian. PP
did have some of his homemade jerky to share and Tongueless did everything
but climb into the baggie. To stop T’s gluttony Fits In poured
down-downs. With the Sword Of Power waving way too close to the pack, T
convened the Circle. By now Chickenboner and HP had returned to the
fold. Dr. Kimble left before any of the bikers sailed off, his dream of
wealth shattered! The remaining pack were betting on whether he’d make it back
to Corte Madera. In the Gypsies care and concern take a backseat to cashing
in on gambling against your friends. Eventually the keg was brought to farting
stage and the Thermi drained, yes, 5150 took a growler from the Thermi.
A fine trail and a fine keg made for a fine evening with the Gypsies.
Cheers.
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