233: weiners?

So after my ride last night, I threw my shorts on over top of my riding shorts. I kinda assumed that I got both my legs through both my underwear as well as the shorts. I’ll admit when I
Put my shorts on, I did feel some odd bunching, but I thought that was just a combination of cycling shorts, boxers and baggies. I didn’t think anything of it.

Well, I was pretty parched after my ride, I stopped at the local gas and sip to pick up a refreshing Gatorade. As I stand in line at the counter, I feel an odd sensation, a movement in my shorts, and the something sliding down my leg. Horrified I look down to see, that when I threw my shorts on, I only got one leg through my underwear, and now my boxer shorts, covered with dachshund puppies and a quote that says “can you find the wiener?” are now on the ground wrapped around one of my legs.

The young lady at the register blushes a little for me, and I bend over, slip the boxers over my flip flop, picking up my underwear stuffing them in my pocket. I pay for my Gatorade and say, “my wife, she loves wiener dogs.” I hustle out of the store, red faced and embarrassed. ARGGH.

tonight a nice group of folks showed up at the crib, for a little tour of fairhill, advertised as MELLOW. Monkey and Breyla-la bailed out with an impending rain storm coming. Probably 6 people commented, "what no monkey? she sets such a nice even pace"

Jan, F-Rich, Rotten, Doyle Rules, and I rolled out of the house, and quickly added Buddy the Keg Breaker , Jebbagger and L-Web to our group. Finally E-town, Peaches and Ted Logic joined on.

Doyle Rules started pushing the pace pretty much right away. I guess big time engineers don't read ride descriptions (MELLOW). Buddy the keg breaker and Peaches were not to be out done, and gave him back all the hell he could handle. I was gonna ask Peaches if he wanted to car pool with Jan and I Sunday, but I couldn't keep up with him long enough to ask him. Damn, I'll never be one of the cool kids.

I'll admit I was kinda grumpy, mostly from work, but still grumpy because even if I wanted to, I couldn't have kept up with the boys tonight. Oh well, when your semi-retired, I guess that's what happens. At least I know now I'll be the lead ass come Sunday.

I'll say the trails were super nice, we had a fun in our group, and it wasn't until the final 7 minutes heading back to my place that we really got pissed on. By then, all the fun single track was ridden.

fish tacos were great tonight. super spicy.

respect
faticus