Limp Bisquick

Not wanting to march in line with the rest of the industry when it comes to Ride To Work in addition to some giant schedule issues, Hawley held its Ride To Work rally TODAY. No wine before it’s time as they say. This year was our biggest group yet and probably our most enthusiastic, except for Brantley who is so gloomy and dour, he makes Eeyore look like Richard freaking Simmons. This was my first ride with Yatch (receiving) and although he beat me in the final sprint to the parking lot, there will be many more chances for redemption and more importantly retribution this season. Big thanks to the Lexington police department for providing a well-armed escort. Bigger thanks to the RBPG (The Red Bank Pancake Gang) for making upwards of 350 pancakes. I’ll be seeing those things in my sleep tonight. They shall haunt me to the grave.

Tipper drove his car to work. BUSTED!

Warehouse man-child Andy poses with his little sister Clarissa. She flew in from Mexico City to do the ride late last night. Andy’s family still live in Mexico City and are known pro-government agitators. Andy speaks fluent Spanish and is well-versed in ancient Toltec culture. He holds both a masters and PHD in anthropology from Cornell. Also pictured, Yatch, Dr. Beardo McWhiskers and Justin.

Only Rachael from the Palmetto Cycling Coalition could rock a yellow handbag with an Orbea cross bike outfitted with white tires. Sartorialism at its finest.

Justin rides dangerously close to another rider’s wheel as he sports a sample helmet tagged with childish graffiti. This would be Justin’s last Ride To Work Rally.

On the first climb of the day (Mt. Gibsoncalon), Yatch taunts me with lewd hand gestures before uncorking his first attack of the day.

Chow line. Left to right: Tracy, Adam, Patrick, Carrot, Megan, Andy, Bryan

There was more whipped cream and chocolate chip than pancake. The horror, the horror…