Guest bash trash from Pedalfiles member Hash Jive:
From a message in a brown bottle:
Dear Flying Booger:
We hope this message finds you in calm waters. Yesterday we missed you and others at the Pedalfiles Bash. It was one of those gusty days. Whirling winds, skin-peeling dust, slamming doors, hovering groceries bags, wigs blown [...]
The Pedalfiles started the new year off right with a truly shitty bash, thanks to hares Deep Dish and Is It In Yet?
Hares (center) & pack at Greasewood Park
Trail was a 10-mile A to A from Greasewood Park on Tucson’s west side. Yes, I know 10 miles sounds short, but if you [...]
Arthur Gash and co-hare F*** Me laid an old-school shitty trail on Tucson’s west side today, a 12-14 mile loop (depending on whether or not you fell for the long BT at the start) starting and ending at Menlo Park on Grande. It was a beautiful morning for a bash, the first cool day of [...]
A very small group of Pedalfiles met at the Hog Pit on Tanque Verde this morning for an early bicycle hash. Even though we all thought the hares were crazy for announcing an 8 AM start, it turned out they were right: today started out hot and only got hotter as the morning advanced. By [...]
A small group of dedicated bashers met at the corner of Harrison and Broadway on Tucson’s east side this morning: Wankers Aweigh, Hot Legs, Spot Remover, Flying Booger, Pick’n’Flick, and Zorro. Flying Booger, the designated hare, left shortly after, laying trail north toward Speedway. You can get some idea of what was ahead for the [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]