It might have been the blizzard-like conditions in southern Arizona this morning, with temperatures of twenty below, or perhaps it was the torrential rain. Then again, the earthquake could have frightened people off. Maybe those pesky rumors of a plague outbreak in downtown Tucson did it, or the unreasonably early 2:30 AM start time. But [...]
Pedalfiles H3 needs a GM! Today, Dec 22, was Redheaded Woodpecker’s last bash before moving to East Bumfuck Indiana. Let us know if you’re interested in being our titular leader. We could use some tits. G knows Woodpecker came up short in the that department.
Flying Booger will continue to schedule and announce bashes when [...]
I do not get it. It’s the absolute best time of year to be outdoors, whether hashing or bashing or just walking the dogs, and only three of us showed up for the bash this morning. What the hell, people?
Since Deep Dish, me, and our hare Redheaded Woodpecker were the only ones to show [...]
Today is the 7th on-oniversary of the Pedalfiles Bicycle Hash. Our founders, Bimbo by Day and Casual Friday, got things rolling (get it?) in October 2006 and we’ve been bashing every month since then. So, it being an extra special day, I was careful to count the years when I figured out which on-oniversary this [...]
Woodpecker delivering hare lies to the pack at Himmel Park
Apart from a slight breeze, it couldn’t have been a nicer morning for a bash through downtown Tucson and the University of Arizona. Redheaded Woodpecker was the annointed hare; his worshipful pack consisted of Illegal Entry, Duct Tape Donna, Pick’n’Flick, Flying Booger, Yoda, Appendage, [...]
Members of the Pedalfiles H3 met for their monthly bash early this morning at the Doubletree in Tucson, Arizona. How early, you ask? Oh-eight-effing-thirty early, that’s how early. Actually I can’t complain, since last month’s bash started half an hour earlier than that. The pack, composed of Yoda & Appendage, Flying Booger & Pick’n’Flick, and [...]
Hare’s diary, Sunday, July 21st:
What a morning! Up at six, getting the house and bicycles ready, running out in the car to make sure yesterday’s rains hadn’t turned the dry washes that cross my planned trail into flood zones, zipping back in time to help the beer angel load the cooler into the back [...]
The announcement for this bicycle hash was bungled by yours truly, who told everyone to show up at Deep Dish’s house at 10 AM instead of 9 AM, when it would have been at least a little cooler. So not only did Deep Dish and Redheaded Woodpecker have to wait an extra hour before haring, [...]