We are all finally sobering up after an epic Oktoberfest ride. Nine riders showed for the annual bar hopping on a bicycle event.
After each stop we seemed to remember less and less, and by the time we arrived at Bubes everyone was definitely under the influence. Zban, commented that he really don't remember his ride home to Landisville.
It was a safe ride, no one crashed (Spittal did have a fall), and it's also worthy to mention that Spittal got dropped when we were en-route to Mount Joy, from Hennigans. Spittal got dropped!
The meeting place... a bunch of sober and thirsty riders.
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Stage 1: TJ Rockwells ...a group photo before our first beer. Take note how the group photos become more and more chaotic and obscene as the ride progresses.
53x11 right from the gun...our first beers were 22oz
Stage 2: The Black Gryhon
Waiting on beer #2 at the Gryphon
Art, in his granny gear drinking from an OJ glass. He took some heat for that one.
Stage 3: The End Zone Sports Bar (Elizabethtown) It's evident in this photo that this is where everything started to go down hill.
Zban and Matt, Two Oktoberfest virgins enjoying the ride
Art, trying to recruit a brother for the team "we need sprinters bro, you interested?"
Stage 4: Hennigans (Mount Joy)
Joe, looking blown... it must have been the sprint from E-town to Mt Joy. Pace yourself Joe.
Stage 5: The Watering Trough (Mount Joy) Notice Spittal is missing from the photo? Spittal got dropped.
John finally rolls in after losing precious drinking time. Spittal got dropped.
That's right, there is a new biker gang in town. Who wants some?
Stage 6: Mick's American Pub (Mount Joy) This is where things really start to get fuzzy. We did what?
No comment.
Art, did the Irish jig and lost his gloves.
Art's little beers are kicking in.
Stage 7: The Tilted Kilt (Mount Joy) We went from fuzzy to blurry at this point.
Menu's and beers please!
Zban "where is my drink, damn it"
Spittal, a happy drunk.
Stage 8: Bubes Brewery (Mount Joy) Woohoo, we made it! Let's go have a drink and celebrate!
Chilling in the bier garden
Pissing in the bier garden
It was light when we started...either get a ride home or break out the Lupine's. Most of us got a ride.
See you next year! Prost!
