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Umm, meet at The Dock, 34th & Stone Way.

But there really has to be pre-party. I stole a new seat and my drill from Fleetfoot--INSECURE!!-without alotta trouble, logged into the chatroom for pre-ride chat, and found none. I did, however (perplexingly) ' find phone calls alerting me to the special meeting at Dexter & Hayes for the South End troupe, they being CQ he astern with DW2 and LH along in the microbus. And the O brothers were supposed to come along, but only one showed, bringing bountiful rubber, and an E sister, who just dropped him off. Bubbles and Dave R were already there. Oldx3 clubhouse, closeby.

And I don't know about you, but I'm not used to such a level of precipitation as we had this evenin. My steel rims did not respond well to loosely adjusted calipers. The rain is AFRAID of Dead Baby, so I blame the interlopers for it... for there was plenty.

Ok, so we went to The Dock.

And Bubbles has been talkin' mad shit about hangin' wifda ZooBomb crew and he said he'd rallied all he could. And Sho'Enuf he was right, 8 traversered I-5 to meet with 4 here and 12 rode. There are some huge pictures coming. . we should mention their is a New Prospect - Tim

So we drank some, and rode. There was some beer on heads, but I don't condone that sort of behavior. And anti- the whole glitter thing. I found a glit on my leg four days later. And yesterday, a glit on my arm, 10 days later. Dreadlocks and glitter don't mix.

And Anthony was falling down in the street, a Seattlelite no less, and set a bad example for the out of towners. And your boys gave ya up. But then they had us ride all that cool shit. zoobomb.org representin.

So I rode up way ahead at 34th&Fremont, so I could count. And as all the bicycles went by the end of the bridge I waved my index finger in the moist so I could count, I being number 0, 46 riders later, I was number 47. I believe this to be a Dead Baby World Record, not counting the races.

So, off to the George and Dragon. Well, for a miniscule time. Nobody got a beer, I think some of us went in.... the rest started scurrying. Too small!! So, no, to the BBBB, aka the Four B's Tavern. Baby Eddie S and his movie clan frequent the establishment, and , in spite, we scared frat-boys from the Round Table. Not actively scarin', mind you. Just drinking our pitcher, thanks. Sir Gonadhead was there. A wild cheer went up from the Southend's (topographically x2) table at 11:09pm PST as the sports where vanquished along with the television signal. It was determined that five individuals had contributed safety pins to Tim's rockers.

And as they didn't have Pabst if I remember we drank some other cheap swill a few times and some folks even bought "real" beer, and we all hung out and had fun. Learned of the impending broadcast of Public Access programmage by members of the ancient Ballard collective. Where's our damn tape? There was a trough for the boys, gotta love the trough, use it before you have to leave...

So it seemed like every hour on the hour kind of timing so far, so instead of having our bikes change to pumpkins beneath us as we rode we cut out a little bit before the witching hour to make our way to The Bit. They have internet access, so we checked out our site. Sadly, it appears the Bit has no site of their own. We lost PJ CS and RK to the 4B's and closer homes. Darryl, claiming no affiliation and Lone Wolf status, when queried "We had 47, howcum only 7 people now?" admitted ro drinkin 40 just lately. And then we figured they'd went back to the Dock

And sure enough that's what had happened and we went "followed" them. The Burke-Gilman trail is nice in the damp even with bicycle problems. There was a serious lack of flasks at repair stops, so repair was quick, and we forged on. Nonetheless, there was a large amount of meandering on the way back.

Later was our reason for return revealed. A large flatbed with steel cage and room for many bikes and passengers. Stops in Belltown, Beacon Hill, and Leschi, I believe. Maybe West Seattle? Got off early after flappin' hair down 99 and through the tunnel. WL whined about being cold. Baby. Mom said wear your hat!

The Dock was kind enough to not chase us out until a little after 2am. This left us 12-packless, an arguable grave mistake. Arguments as to lack of a clubhouse prevailed. Keep your eye out.

BW AT DX and JD held down Belltown well past 3am. Bike down, ride report scribbles placed next to computer, 4:01am PST.