My CONsorto !

Dear Readers,

My name is Fatmarc Vanderbacon. I used to play the Dad on a show called "Growing Pains" and like all Dads, I had to teach the kids about MONEY! I also enjoy coffee. In the morning I have a cup with sugar and cream, I take all subsequent cups black. You know like my soul.

Diane wanted to be close enough to the fireworks to touch them.
Yes, that is security blocking ..

Inspired by the Sam and Elk's game night, but too destroyed to make the trek to Philly, Diane and I had a few folks over who are completely not competitive playing a couple of hands of Death UNO. What could possibly go wrong?

There were a few pops drank, and some great smack talk. It was fun. I was in bed by 10. And snoring... And drooling because I haven't been having any pops lately, and I had a FEW.

The plan the next morning was to do the angry man ride, which thanks to CZ ruling with an iron fist is now 75% less angry. The folks that were in the chase group last week, all came early and rolled out like one big cohesive group. Now either because it was hot, or folks  feared getting the CZ beat down everyone was kind and the group stayed together. I'll admit, I was glad everyone was playing nicely, because I was a little hung over. It was hot, and my sweat smelled like high life. Not good. By Avondale I realized two things:

 1. My hangover had sweat off, but I still had a headache
 2. The damage was done, and I'd be riding a shorter loop on this day...

Thank you fellow riders of the Chester County Ride. Thank you for a less angry, angry man's ride. And thank you Mike CZ for ruling with an Iron Fist.

BUT I digress.. This Blog is called MY CONsorto!

CONsorto was also one of the attendees of the Death UNO match, and as he wasn't in the parking lot, I was surprised. I figured maybe he was sleeping in... Death UNO can be tough on a kid.  All good.

Buddy and I found CONsorto

So after it was clear I was smelling like a brewery, and not suited for bike riding today, Buddy the leg breaker was kind enough to peel off with me and ride me in from route 41...

Buddy asked," So no Consorto this morning?"

I joke, "Death UNO can be mentally exhausting. bummer I like riding with him."

Not five freaking minutes later a large, maybe 40 person group from the West Chester Cycling Club came past us, and who was in the middle of the group?

"CONSORTO!!!" Buddy and I yelled!

CONsorto replied casually, "Oh, Hey  Guys !"

we slowed a bit, and CONsorto peeled off of West Chest Cycling Club ride and joined us. The three of us made our way back to Papermill Park and called it a day...

I saw a lot of Metal today out on the road.

Much like Elvis, CONsorto is everywhere.

thanks for reading.

respect
Fatmarc