Ride # about 81?
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boxcar 
The theory was to begin at the Roadhouse @ 7pm.  It's now known as the Boxcar Ale House, which your patient scribe was alarmed to at around 5:30, much chagrinned.  Figgerin' Babies is smart enough to go to an address, and they should see the huge pile-o-bikes.
We had the meet,  Ranstrom won, coming in first place lucking out on presently living the closest.  Followed quickly by Sgt. Lee, rolling from inconspicuously four-wheeling to an nearby Ballard parking spot.  Followed shortly by a massive (2 dozen?) tallbike heavy pack traversing Myrtle-Edwards from town.   Got out a little late as Figgy (or wuzzit StuP?) had to perform lockdown duties at WaLee.  KC's tallbike made it this month replete with a few well-placed PJ fusions and both L and R crankarms, as well as the new-on-the-scene Tyler G's Paul's Bunion disc-braked single-speeded lofty steed.Got there, got to drinking
Smoking outside = not that great.  It was quite cold for these environs, dancing precariously about the freezing point.  Live large, you pink-lunged warm ones.
Voting happened, somewhere in the excruciatingly lengthy wait for Silvet or Lopez, or for goshsakes somebody with some club cred.  We got our 6, did our thing and the results went, in an order somewhat like this or not:  Jake prospects Victor (already rockered), Jesse, talking it up but no prospector (Socko's in flight from the East Coast, oh, and no patches), Tyler, lack of patches (and some nonsensical quibble about his prospector), and Kevin C yea on the center patch.. New baby, yeah!  Woody (his prospector) delivered the patch, and there was a sad paucity of safety pins.  Lotta folk gave till it hurt, and it  worked out OK. That Zach guy keeps showing up, and we're keeping count.   It was also decided there should be a sober meeting one of these days, so we chose Monday January 19 at the Ed-Klemp compound in lovely South Park map, perhaps for they sport the plushest of lawns known to DBB.  It was rumored that the Baby has been getting some bad rap as of late, and the group was reminded to, as usual, exhibit our renowned exemplary behavior.
In sports news, our Seattle Supersonics took down the Lakers, Gary Payton had little smack to talk, an oddity.   There was a foosball table on the way to the potty with odd huge blocky men of yellow vs black.
Dookie was getting obnoxious about leaving "on the hour" and many were afraid of catching their "death of cold" running in-and-out to suck their cancer stix.  Finally, a little too later into the night, when all we expected arrived, we rode.  Remember peeps, it just gets colder further into the dark winter night.  Zach brought his mom by, in good DB familial form, just before  we split.
dravus&gilman   36 cyclists a-ha-ha-ha!!!

soundtrack
we ain'tseenuguysin 2years,howudoin?
paper cups-potato chips-solo 16 oz
potato chips potato frenchfries
unprecedented large huge tip

the bit
We wuz all droonken by the Bit stop.  It is rumored that TyG missed the bridge or something.  EdS with the flat tire.  So afterwards, there was a list of conspicuously missing (and their lame [if any] excuses) compiled.

Pin of Shame discussed.  Disgust?  Need more pins.  All you non-participants, be prepared.  Gold star for good behavior for all involved.  Buy a dollaswirth of safety pins before the next ride.  They are ultrahandy.  And safe.

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