The snow on the ground was still somewhat fresh and temps had been high enough to ensure that this year's annual New Year's Day ride would not turn into the figure skating spectacular of past years where the special MacGyver home made studded snows were required.
Joining us for a rare guest appearance was Sal Muttonchops, truly the Chinaman, as work has had Sal toiling in the sweatshops of China and Taiwan assuring us of top quality bikes.
Of course not joining us, once again, was Mikesquatch (no doubt at Katie Cougar Scouts) and Infantile Tom who had another tent sale (he seems to think waking up with morning wood under the sheets qualifies as a tent sale).The ride itself was uneventful with the team slogging through the snow like a pack of wolves with the only drool coming from our mouths in anticipation of the arrival at the kegerator.
At what most of us thought was the closing stages of the ride, the Mayor threw in the traditional "I am the ruler of Stewart, follow me" move and we sucked it up for an additional 45 minutes. Of course during this time some of us realized that we had left our trail towels at home and almost went into convulsions. Having recovered, we turned our attention to getting back to the giant hero and cold beers. During this dire time, the lack of food and beer had some of us thinking of cannibalism, but one thing that never left our minds - what had become of the "butties" Mike and Tom. Convinced that the whole Cub Scouts and tent sale stories were pure sham our deviant little minds came up with these -Mike & Tom Holding Hands While Sharing A Post Race Beer
The "Boys" Out Dancing
Mikesquatch In His Sunday Best
Cruisin' For Cub Scouts
New Year's Day Polar Bare Club Meeting
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