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What to do the night before
Thanksgiving with half a sixtel of beer?
Relay!
Take some barn ruins in the woods, beers, a slippery
short course and you've got the makings of a hellacious good
time.
Hmmm. How do you get the keg in there?
Single speed beer meister that's how.
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We
opted for the long uphill back road
route over the busy main
thorough-fair.
The group formed a protective shield around the precious
cargo and out we rode.
Like a super tanker in the air refueling fighters, the
shield took turns taking pulls off the tap as we climbed.
It's the ultimate in hydration technology.
An aid to you and your fellow riders.
Ironically, just as we hit the trail head, a statey
rolled by. He slowed for a minute, but into the woods we
disappeared.
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 The
rules were simple.
Split into two teams (the hardest part).
A member from each team pounds a pounder before their lap,
then sprints out the short loop.
Every drop must be drunk.
No spilling.
Go!
The Commish was gentlemanly enough to pound one for the
nondrinker who was still required to throw back some
Pelligrino (Yes we're high class
hooligans).
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Drinking between laps was obviously
required.
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The
Commish and Yarnall staging for their
lap.
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Beers
back!
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 Done!
Go!
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 The
course started over a tumbled rock wall,
down a slippery
slope,
along an excrutiating flat rail road bed,
quick turn (or slide) up into the twisties,
climb some
roots/rocks,
continue climbing,
sailing smooth
downhill with slippery twists and logs at the
bottom.
Through the trees
you're done.
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Then the shotguns started
firing.
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Same rules. No spillage, drink it
all, but now you drank it faster.
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