TNR Report

Better late than never.







We got reacquainted with the Junkshon. We will be back there many times before the snow melts. Espresso is your friend. Speaking of friends, it was nice to see some old ones out for the first time in a while: Gianni and the Old Man rode with us. And even Halberto showed up at the klubhaus. He's off to Belgium this weekend to take in some pro cx races, among other things. We are envious. But that is actually fitting in a way, since we can consider it training for Envy Cross, which is coming soon. First up, however, is Gluttons Cross. It will go down on Dec. 14, which is less than two weeks away. The format may be a little different on account of a bunch of good ideas that got thrown around toward the end of the evening. But it will still involve feats of gastronomic excess. Start your stomach stretching exercises now. Hearing all the battle stories for the first time, the Hipster started to talk tough. Like 4 plates 3 plates tough. We suggested he might want to tone it down a bit. And then we explained to him what real suffering feels like with a brief recounting of the masochistic phenomenon known as Burger Cat.

The Impaler almost got into a scrap with Lisa. Over Guinness. That could have been interesting. But it's probably just as well that the dust up did not materialize.

After we were pushed out the door, Halberto discovered that his lock was pooched. Fortunately for him, the Impaler is always prepared for pretty much any eventuality. That guy is essentially a superhero. So he dug out his hydraulic pump car jack and proceeded to demonstrate just how tenuous the promise of security can be. Sadly, this was witnessed only by the vehicular set and Halberto. But they promised to recreate the scene for us next week with the old Supercycle that has been hogging space on our bike rack for far too long.


As far as the tunes went, all I can remember is that we were treated to Cheap Trick for the fourth week in a row. How long can the streak go?