3 studs rose early to meet the dawn, work off some calories, and prepare themselves for Beach Week (suns out, guns out). According to the 18 year olds preparing to graduate high school, this is how far the group ran:
Robinson to Boat Lake to Paddle Boat (yes, these are the real names) to AA Blvd., to Blanton, to Garrett, to Rugby, to Pump House, and then back up Park to hit Dogpile from the reverse slope.
Normal route on the way home, joined by Sippy Cup.
Numbers, Names, and YHC took us out with a reminder to work hard on our patience (specifically on YHC’s patience).
NMS: Going to Beach Week with Gomer and his friends sounds pretty fun. Going with Gomer and his son doesn’t sound too bad either.
Reminder: be present with your children.
UpChuck spits the bit.
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Nice running with you all! Gitty up!
Well done, Gomer. One beer can put YHC to sleep. How you all did Beach Week is beyond me.
Normally, you had to have been on the BC run but this is a snippet of the full story…
It was like smokey and the bandit. 12 men 2 pickups loaded down with 96 cases. We could get Busch for $5 a 12 pack. We had cars out front with radar detectors ( it’s MD ) clearing the 4.5 hour route from southern MD across the Annapolis bridge to Ocean City MD . There were many others maybe 40 total?
Did we eat? YHC doesn’t know what / when we ate at all.
We rented the fifth floor of a hotel on 25th street in OC MD. Bone Thugz will you that’s not the terrible section.
One morning it was raining so we started playing chandeliers. Not sure when it ended. When YHC came to, still at the table, I tried to find a place to pay homage to the gods of overindulgence and every tub, toilet and sink for the next three rooms were occupied. Because we had the while fifth floor, luckily I found a sink in time.
We were a mixed group but the girls I liked to hang out with were at 120th street by the Greene Turtle, so there was a lot of driving at all hours.
We all made it back to graduation. It was a different time for sure.
There’s more…
The moral of the story (ever so eloquently & succinctly captured by the Q above): son, you can talk to me about crazy stupid stuff. I have survival tips.