But here I am trying to catch up a little.
On Thursday we had our second annual freedom fry eating contest at Red Robin.
Which was incredible. Prefunk at the Whiskey Bar and then down to Westlake Center, Laura showed up with a bag full of Americana paraphernalia, and we got our patriotism on.
With flags sprouting from every location, from my Long Haul Trucker was born Bicycle One (think Airforce one).
About 50 people showed up for the event, and we rode north to Red Robin at Northlake Mall. The Rules:
1. Vomit: if you vomit, you cannot continue until you re-eat the vomit food. if you refuse to eat your own fry vomit, disqualified. if you do eat your vomit, you are a-ok to continue.
2. Time Limits no time limit! im hesitant to make a time limit, because we are doing this unannounced and cant expect a constrant stream of fries at hand every second (so speed of eating is not important). I’ll have a tally system in place to count how many fry baskets everyone has eaten, regardless of how fast they get to the table. if two people are still eating the fries at the table an hour and a half after they first hit the table, let them continue eating until we make up a new rule saying otherwise or until one of them finally bows out.
3. Bathroom breaks NO BATHROOM BREAKS. go before the burgers hit the table. if you must go to the bathroom, in order to continue without disqualification, pooping and or peeing must be done AT THE TABLE. if you’re man (or woman) enough to make more room in front of everyone, then more power to you.
4. Bowing out if you’re done, and you can’t go any further, you must scream “IM A STUPID BABY”. at that time your total will be posted, and you are free to do whatever you’d like with the contents of your stomach.
the person with the most fry baskets eaten will win the GOLDEN POTATO trophy, a few extra pounds (enabling them to enter craigslist personals as a BBM/W), and our constant admiration and limited respect.
MOST BASKETS OF FRIES is the goal here. if you can down 20 baskets of fries in a short time then you bow out. thats ok. length of time is not important. if you eat 20, dont vomit (or eat it if you do), then bow out, it’s up to everyone else to beat your limit. amount is the goal here, not time.
It was incredible.
The staff was a little stingy with the fries, White Scott had to bribe the cooks at one point for the last 12 baskets of fires, and in the end we had to finish on the sidewalk out front of Red Robin because they were closing, but White Scott walked home with the title after eating 9 baskets of fries, Keylime Ryan went home with second, and there was lots and lots of puking.
Easily one of the best highlights of the night was when we got the entire restaurant to sing the Star Spangled Banner with us. We were 50. There were probably another 150 people there. Just watch the video.
Later that night we followed it up with a chorus of America the Beautiful. Serious times.
Professor Dave made an excellent blog post about the evening that bears reading. Really beautiful.
Our bookie, Prof Dave
White Scott not lookin so good.
mans got his technique down and everything…
the twin towers trophys
Mans on a mission.
Henry, falling out with great aplomb.
After leaving the Red Robin we jumped on the closed I-5 expressway with our bikes and pedaled South. It was one of the coolest things ever. The express lanes are closed that time of night for traffic in both directions. I don’t think there should be any reason why we shouldn’t be able to ride them.
The Washington State Patrol felt differently.
There are no cars, there was a full moon, there were about 30 of us… we dropped into a paceline and hauled ass south for the Knarr. At one point I looked down at my speedometer on my little trip computer – 29mph!
However after exiting and working our way through the U District about half a dozen State Trooper cars came screaming up with lights flashing, followed by a couple SPD cruisers. It was a hairy 15 minutes but Professor Dave talked with them and they cut us loose. HA! We continued on our way to the Knarr for beers and called it a night.
Friday night was Kat’s goodbye party. Damn. Goodbye Kat. I’m going to miss you lots and lots.
Saturday was spent working on Bicycle One and getting ready for next weekend (will handle this in a separate blog post).
Today, myself and Bicycle One with an 80% load, rode Slow Sunday with sleeping bag, tent, fly and etc.
We didn’t go far – just to Golden Gardens. We lazed in the sun, drank beer, ate food. I set up my new tent and fly for the first time and overall just got used to packing and unpacking the bike. We have a camping trip next weekend and figured that learning how to do it in the dry sober daylight beat having to figure it out in the wet drunk dark that my bike camping nights tend to end in. Heh.
Eric and Bob Hall showed up to hang, heckle, and wrestle. Afterwards we split and headed to the Stumbling Monk for awesome Belgian Beers, and then came home.
Tomorrow I’ll try to write about the coming weekends camping trip, where my mental focus has been all week long. Until then.