Your gauge or mine?

Four road warriors fought the the rush hour traffic for today’s field trip AO.  We arrived at Triple Crossing Fulton, exchanged stories and we were off.  A couple quick road name changes and we were on New Osbourne Trpk.  Dodging traffic, no shoulder, and a surprisingly long hill we persevered.

YHC had a cut through along the railroad tracks in mind, but there were all kinds of foreboding signs.  The Pax informed the Q that another Pax member (aka the Deli Llama) had been ticketed for messing with CSX and we elected to continue on our known path.  Eventually, we intersected Old Osbourne Trpk and the Capital Trail.  We headed east beyond the historical marker commemorating Lincoln’s arrival in Richmond with his brief stop over at the Route 5 7-11.  It would appear that a Slurpee and Big Bite has a timeless appeal.

Just beyond this marker, we retraced our steps to the makeshift AO.

NMS

It seems Offshore just missed us.  He was inside with some friends enjoying the local beverages and awaiting our arrival.  He gets Big Data credit since he biked there and biked home to the West End.  That’s either mad props or a Whisky Tango Foxtrot.  Probably a little of both.

Conversation was what one would expect when you get data scientist, IT professionals, accountants, and accountants of IT professionals together with beverages.  Offshore’s friends among these ranks, we rediscovered history (seems the gauge of train tracks was not a standard until the middle of the Civil War), fully embraced the metric system in all its splendor, and realized there were two degrees of separation between the Mars Rover miscalculation and Osama Bin Laden within this Pax.

Always Be Tapering,

Lockjaw