Wild Wallow-Ween 09

Bike races, trophies, food and the world series - all seems pretty benign doesn't it?

We wouldn't call ourselves the E.C.D.B. (google it if you have to) if it was all so benign.

Other groups out riding their bikes that night wouldn't quietly ride past without a word if it was all ice cream and sno-cones.

You see, our host is a bit of an alchemist. Prior to the nights events he'd been working long and hard on his latest elixir. Following his lead, the bottle was passed around.

and around

Then it seemed to get smokier.

To clear the haze we decided to stoke the fire

with rubbing alcohol we spit from our mouths!

Then there was the rope.

The rope was originally used to hold up a tarp in case it rained. Because it went directly over the fire and there was no rain, we had to take the tarp down, but the rope remained.

The challenge that was issued was getting from one side of the rope to other with your chest remaining above the rope.

So of course I take that challenge. How can that be worse then rubbing alcohol in your mouth?

Actually turned out to be pretty easy, though I have some rope burns and bruises in places I didn't quite expect.

Finally things were wrapping up. The Phillies won and we were all packing up to head home. Well all of us but one.

No big deal. Marcus and I waited till heads were clear then got the wounded shuttled home.

Till next time.

- b