TNR Report

Every once in a while, Lady Luck rears back and gives you a big kick in the groin. Usually, you've done something to piss her off. Things like this don't happen for no reason. But rarely are you able to recall what that reason might be. It always seems to end badly. This is what happened to the Secretary last night. He had almost as many flat tyres as there were candles on Bill's birthday cake. Between the infinity race track and the klubhaus, he changed four of them--and for a variety of different reasons. We hope there weren't any more on the long ride back home. Our cache of spare tubes was very nearly exhausted. And in the end, he was forced to ride with a bumpy front end on account of a tire and tube combo that refused to seat properly. Bad times.

But it didn't start out that way. He was actually in a rather buoyant mood at the beginning of the ride, especially upon meeting up with the likeness of a certain Hindu hero.



The infinity relay race was won by those born on even numbered months. This meant that the birthday boy was on the losing side.



Tony was there to hawk some jerseys and to tell us about the new bike museum he has begun.



And then things went south. The Secretary took it in stride, as he usually does. But by the fourth change, even he was getting a little crusty. Especially when he reallized his front tyre was significantly less than round.





The Impaler closed down the evening with a message for Cousin Adam.