After cleaning up
from our wet and sloppy ride, we met up at The Hub for some post-ride beer (of course.) We
shot the shit, telling tall tales from our riding adventures. We stayed for quite a while trying to figure
out what we would do for the rest of the evening. Suddenly, TomTom came rolling in with some
ice cream.
Photo cred: Eastwood
Lunchbox and I
decided that we should have some too.
That’s when we made the “scary” trip across the street to get some.
See that sign in
the background?
Mountain Cabbage? I'm not eating that.
But yeah, we did
get some ice cream and it was delicious.
Somehow the topic
at The Hub turned to “what kind of shit we could cook with sticks over a
campfire”, so we went over to the local grocery store to see what we could
find. That’s when we realized Brian “Big
n’ Buttery” Bradley had brought an unauthorized beer into the store.
He doesn't give a
shit about your rules.
Roaming around the
store for a while, we bought Big n’ Buttery biscuits, pizza rolls, and other
shit and headed back to camp. We
prepared to feast.
And I was really
hungry until I saw Eastwood’s sweater.
After our meal, it
was no surprise that Lunchbox was still hungry.
It was a little weird that he decided to cook toaster strudels on a
stick though.
We stayed up late
again, but not as late as the night before.
Beers, bullshit, and full bellies made the sleep come easy. The next morning I woke up to the sound of
rain. No one wanted to ride in it, so we
slowly packed up our campsite and made plans to get out of there.
Well, sort of. I went to the bathroom real quick, and when I
returned everyone had rolled out. I had
planned to head up to Industry Nine in nearby Asheville to watch a pump
track jam, but due to the weather I didn't know if it was still on. As soon as my phone came back in service, I checked
The Internets confirmed that it was indeed still on.
Lunchbox, Little
Miss Sunshine, and I headed up there, while we assumed everyone else headed
home…
Yeah, I’m gonna
drag this out another day.
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