the few, the proud

Well, what you can do right now is e-mail your utmost intentions, and we'll peruse them.

We have a whole bunch of critical, near writ in stone regulations, codes and by-laws, published right here. Take this as a dare to write.

All submissions to deadbaby@usa.net will be carefully and gratefully acknowledged.

"The success of the Dead Baby Brigade on New Year's Day 1999 was one of the glories of Life. As a unit their reputation is almost unrivaled. I trust sufficient Drafts will be sent forward."

Head of Recruiting, W.J.Stumps

All of these prospects are now full color babies! They have passed through the many trials and tribulations and are now worthy to wear the big ole patch. More soon.


Chet	Whiskers	John	Katherine	Louie

Newest prospects include: Ben Courtney Ethan Gabe Jeremy Rhino Sanjay Tim and others whose names escape me.

Quick Info: Eleven wide, nine with colors, six with centerpatch. Whiskers woulda been 12,9,6

Hassles: the man was dutifully informed and dismissed by our President and Road Captain on two occaisions; T-003's weakass rear-only caliper brake led to some loud behavior unbecoming of our pack; no prospect lugged the chain; it took 3 loads up in the elevator

Quick Info: an unbelievable sixteen! wide, nine with colors, six with centerpatch. Whiskers was, but Louie wasn't.

Destination: Sorry Charlie's Restaurant, 529 Queen Anne N, via Seattle Center

New Prospects: John, Katherine, and Whiskers wore rockers, five or seven others need patches

Hassles: the man was apologized to by about half of our club as the other half rolled by home through Seattle Center, apparently at midnight on the 4th of July a footrace goes through the center, and we were trapped by joggers at the South gate where we chanted "Faster!" boisterously as they passed

Purpose: to party! To expose a greater cross-section of the masses to the wickedness transpiring

New Prospects: I don't believe any new prospects sewed, but Katye and Carrie finally did, full-colored from way back both. Kinda a hot Augusty evening for vests.

JJSeptember 4, October 2

umm, umm....

Destination: The Last Supper Club, 124 S Washington, the inevetible P-Square.

New Prospects: I don't know, I just can't keep it all together here... people have their patches now.

Hassles: We was all doing fine until Louie did the tall-bike topple while rolling down Alaskan. Busted rib, busted head. And then the elevator wasn't working. Bummer.

Quick Info: a rather drunken 7, gently champagned, missing many vacationers, did we get the Bishop out of work to ride?

Destination: we made it all the way to the Frontier Room for a drink before 2 AM

Purposes: to sleep all damn day on Friday, getting our monthly duty done near-instantly in the New Year, to see the revelers back to Bellevue with a glimpse of insanity to start '99, to not fall off

New Prospects: well, Dan was there on the roof, solid in the cold, but did he ride...? Is he prospecting?

Hassles: the light caught us on First, rats! but other than that, none whatsoever, people generally gleefully fled as we rolled, and the drink line was shockingly swift

Quick Info: likes a buncha colors 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, with colors, and lotsa others, too many for the chain.

Destination: extraordinarily comped, buffet!

New Prospects: Bert voted an extension, as well as Chet, who lamely not only didn't ride but showed up later at the Vous, was that the ride that got Sanjay his colors? Maybe Ethan too.

Old Prospects: Chopper John, Sargeant-at-arms-in-wating drives his friggin car, brings additional possible ridership

Hassles: there is no sitting on the steps in the Showbox backroom for enjoying music, proven. I mean it seemed OK at the time...

Quick Info: uh...

Destination: uh.. was that the Queen Anne Loop?

Purpose: to ride!

New Prospects: hmmm, Courtney this month? And Gabe got rockers sometime, but was he there?.

Hassles: remembering

Quick Info: many in Rendezvous, few in the pouring rain, multiple Tallbikes ridden by multiple prospects

Quick Info: 15 wide, plus one limper, new faces, Louie with the new bike, Tom with a buncha spares

Destination: Well, the Alibi Room to begin, a little "intimate" for a 15 person pack, a couple of us tried Patti Sommers, the Turf was closed!, the Vance Hotel was looking dry, so we all fit into one elevator up to the Cloud Room of the Camlin, and Shorty's for Luckys

Purpose: peek over the edge, and to get free refills at the fountain. Ride and ride and ride some more.

Hassles: a whopping 50% of the ride uphill, one non-crazy bike wipeout, zero crazy bike falls

Quick Info: 15 wide, new faces, AM radio bike, barbecued chili weenies and sausages or did we lose 2 and really have 17? Tallbikes 001, 002, and 003 rode, as well as most all the crazy bikes. The skirt got the trike.

Destination: the Storeroom for many many pints, a bit of port, and plenty of nonsense, and once again onto the Cloud Room.

New Prospects: think there's Tim, Ben, Justin, Jason, and probbly more I'm fergettin

Hassles: no flasks allowed into the Cloud Room, but nonetheless kindly held and returned by the doormen. I think we forgot the chain. The Queen missed her first ride thousands of miles away, and Whiskers slept through it.

Quick Info: an even dozen wide, eleven with colors, eight with centerpatch. Carrie showed on our way to the Croc, then quickly mounted a brakeless steed.

Destination: Sorry Charlie's Restaurant, via one lap in the fountain at Seattle Center, and the Crocodile for Easy Big Fella.

New Prospects: Ben and Jeremy with sporty new black leather and safety pins, Rhino with staples in his Carrhart.

Hassles: Conspicuously absent: Chet, Dan, Gabe, Sanjay, and Tim. Tender run ins with a parked Jeep and a pay phone user's auto. The Road Captain had to ride the trike, placed on the injured reserve list. Dang we gotta remember the chain.

Quick Info: 17 wide?, all the way to freakin' West Seattle over the low bridge, 3 tallbikes (a standard?), 2 (count 'em, two) trikes yahoo!!

Destination: 3 dollar goin' away party for parts of the Piss Drunks and friends, across from US Customs just past Harbor Island. Fabulous havoc to be wreaked. Louder, harder, faster.

New Prospects: Woody, Salim and friend, that Bill guy with the sweeet low rider and dbb bike bottle

Hassles: Flat tire for the king, replacement tube, flat tire again. Shirtless wrestling resulting in Cap'n walking and extensive scratches and scabs. Rhino left in the dust, wounding thumbs beneath the bridge. Only one female rider. Keg meisters unskilled in gravitational fluid dynamics.

Highlights: Whiskers with the big jug. Pretty girls. Punk rock. A keg that damn near refused to die. What more do you need?

Quick Info: what about 14 or so? Lots missing due to the alley-cat race, most of us RendezVoused before the rendezvous. One big ass hill all the way to 19th E.

Destination: The top of the hill, way up Madison, over the hump, too late for the kegs. Eileen's on the way down for late night stiff drinks. The Storeroom/Venus for wound triage and yet more liquid sustenance.

Hassles: Steepness. Intense drunkenness and continual wiping out. Repeated cranial impact. First Eileen's, then I falls.

Quick Info: Can't remember how many, but a definite lots, surprisingly all undaunted by rain. Eighteen comes to mind?

Destination: Standard Queen Anne Ave tromp, including Sorry Charlie's for an incredibly bad, bad rendition of Bad Leroy Brown and a misty circumnavigation of Seattle Center's International Fountain, brave souls doing a spare victory lap, and then yet untired sojourning at the Vous

Purpose: Excitement late in the year. Staunch defiance toward the indefatigable damp, complete with inevitable bikestripes. Party.

New Prospects: Jeremy gets colors. Nice patch guy. Woody hasta wait 1 more month.

Hassles: Some falling turned into bicycle kicking, bore well by trusty coaster brake design. T-002, the double small, had bolt-thru-hole technology fail in its usual comedic fashion, and Billy didn't take it so well.Cursed welding, and shouldered his steed at first unlike or Bicyle Jesus, but seeing the light, came around like a good Baby would. There was some nonsense with a fascist security gaurd at KOMO who menacingly wielded and consequently thumped cross the chest a rider, in retaliation for some good-natured traffic cone tippling.

JNovember 30 Secret Meeting Notes

CHUNK DCLXVI came to town for WTO the next day. Choppers are strikingly beautiful coasting through clouds of tear gas. We took some pictures, rode around in the rain. Pix here. They sadly, being gainfully employed, had to scurry back to Portland before our Friday ride.

Quick Info: plenty of folks, tho late-arriving. Darkness comes early in the Pacific Northwest. This is the wake for WTO. Extra eerie in frightened streets.

Destination: all the way to the Frontier Room, and then onto Sit and Spin for a show. Perhaps record-setting

Hassles: well, there was that WTO thing out here, and I guess we were still under martial law, and mebbe we did ride in a few designated "No Protest Zones," yet no police state tells the Dead Baby where to not ride