episode 129: the whores on whore island

It's 1:00 Saturday afternoon. Seven good friends sit around a table at the Sante Fe Cafe in Newark, Delaware enjoying fine burritos, and cold drinks. For many of us, this is the second time in the last 24hrs that we have enjoyed the fine, and fairly price cuisine offered at the Sante Fe Cafe. We don't mind as the food is cheap, service is good and it tastes great.

Newark, is a College town, and today the Frat Rats seem to have the run of the center of the universe as the Greek Games are in full Bloom. Again, we don't really mind, as with the Greek games comes many blossoming breasts, tons of drunken debachery, and girls that strive to be the next Paris Hilton, or at least look like her. This creates a great opportunity for smack talk, and people watching from a group of older jaded townies. Where did all the hippies go?

One set of clearly inebriated sorority girls stumble pass our table. Rob (not that no talent ass clown from match box 20) asks her, "hey, hows it going? what sorority are you in? Frank Zappa Kappa?" She smiles, obviously happy to get attention from such a strapping lad as Rob, and says, "yeah!"

Our table erupts in laughter, and begins to chant, "FZK! FZK!" the drunken girl stumbles out of the cafe. A new chapter of Frank Zappa Kappa was opened that moment. Plenty of smack was talked before that, and plenty after. All in good fun, the girl smiled as she may not know who Frank Zappa was, but Rob is awfully cute, even if he hangs out with older creepy guys. Clearly, she was having a good day too. We kinda knew it was gonna be that type of ride when we hit the trail head, we were stopped by a man looking for , "wild whore that had gotten free." Clearly he was talking about his horse, but we all heard whore, and from there the rest of the day, there was nothing but wild whore jabs. that was pretty good. Even at lunch we thought we saw some wild whores loose in town, but it was only a horse. No worries.


The ride itself was nothing epic, nothing unusual, nothing more ordinary than a good group of friends, riding their bikes, talking smack and having a great time. And aside from FFAmy smashing her knee on one of the three rocks in Fairhill, it was a pretty uneventful day. It was a in fact an awesome day.






Conowingo dam, at the trail head of the Susquehanna State Park.


Sunday would see more of the same as Matt (run forest), Fitzy, Rob and I headed for the banks of the muddy Susquehanna, and rode the fine trail system of Susquehanna state park. The trails there offer a level of climbing, and rocks not normally in our diet, and a few water bars too. Another wonderful day of riding. I am starting to feel pretty good on the bike again. That is very encouraging.


Cierra, my niece doing a little climbing, okay it was more swinging than climbing but it was fun.



Matt (run forest) and his boy Hunter, do a little climbing too.


Buddy (the leg breaker) and Diane do a little unintentional twinsix coordinating at the rock gym Saturday night.


stay in school.
respect.
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