So I was heading to phoenix to do the soldier ride like I do every month around the states. this month was from phoenix to vegas and ending in interbike so we can race at the crit finals.
hung out and rode with some of the evomo pro guys on the XC team and then left to hang with the stinkmiester.
we started out the day about 10 am on sunday and decided to go to his LBS to get his single speed fixed. I rode the 19 miles from mesa to his place and I helped him with his brakes at his "stabbin cabin" then rode out to the "slippery pig" bike shop.
soon as i walked in some wrench behind the counter was yawing and falling asleep on a bike on the stand and had advised him he needed something more. stinky laughed and kept heckling the rest of the staff.
we were riding back to the "wack shack" (his pad) and decided to get some drinks and a bite to eat. we stopped at one of his local hangouts (some english pub) so we ordered some drinks. apparently we have the same taste in booze, (double bacardi and coke) and i ordered a shepards pie.
by the time our first drinks were finished we decided that doubles werent enough. bring on the triples.
my shepards pie showed up and it was awsome. real shepards pie made in a single serving crock with all the right ingredients and bakes in the dish. stinkers seemed to thing it resembled a cheese covered fetus.
we had several more drinks and then rolled down the street to a transient littered AM/PM and got some tobbacco and then rolled down to his local grocery spot.
it was amazing to see a guy who never eats when he drinks, it seems he can draw nutrients from booze to sustain him. I asked him for his secrets but he would divulge this to me.
on the way to his pad from the booze shop he took a hard swerve to the right and vanished for a sec but i then found him
in true stinkyboy fashion he marked his territory and we moved on.
we got back to his place and I started to work on his bottom bracket while another monkey stopped over while we were listening to nuerosis and slamming back the bottle.
I was pretty toasted at this point and judging by stinks computer coordination skills i could tell he was slammed as well. after several laughs and bike parts on the floor I had to ride 19 miles across the 103 degree streets back to get my stuff to check into my hotel.
I had told him i was going to call later for some more drinking and partying but he never awoke untill around midnight I believe.
so the next day after getting the bikes ready for the other riders and drinking all day I invited him over to the after hours BBQ and drink fest we put on everynight.
he shows up on his dual drive and a flask in hand (true stink style) and we start to drinking.
I was able to get some friends of mine to show up with some more booze and then the party really started. she owns a bar in town and went into her storage room and brought a full cart of hard booze and brought it through the hotel doors.
the party then proceeded out to the pool were a whole bunch of my wounded veteran brothers started to party in a true military style. we got no leg joe in the pool and started tossing him around like a child since he weighs nothing.
just for your info, joe lost both of his legs in iraq to a roadside bomb in 2006. this was the caliber of men I was able to introduce to the stinkmaster.
long story short. we got the girls so drunk they puked and the booze was all gone before midnight.
not sure if stinkyboy is going to be at work in the morning but I will be wide awake at 0600 hours for the kick off ride to vegas from phoenix.
good times fer sher
thanks stink, your welcome at my fire anytime
side note, he still doesnt believe my hot ass girlfriend teaches pole dancing classes.
hung out and rode with some of the evomo pro guys on the XC team and then left to hang with the stinkmiester.
we started out the day about 10 am on sunday and decided to go to his LBS to get his single speed fixed. I rode the 19 miles from mesa to his place and I helped him with his brakes at his "stabbin cabin" then rode out to the "slippery pig" bike shop.
soon as i walked in some wrench behind the counter was yawing and falling asleep on a bike on the stand and had advised him he needed something more. stinky laughed and kept heckling the rest of the staff.
we were riding back to the "wack shack" (his pad) and decided to get some drinks and a bite to eat. we stopped at one of his local hangouts (some english pub) so we ordered some drinks. apparently we have the same taste in booze, (double bacardi and coke) and i ordered a shepards pie.
by the time our first drinks were finished we decided that doubles werent enough. bring on the triples.
my shepards pie showed up and it was awsome. real shepards pie made in a single serving crock with all the right ingredients and bakes in the dish. stinkers seemed to thing it resembled a cheese covered fetus.
we had several more drinks and then rolled down the street to a transient littered AM/PM and got some tobbacco and then rolled down to his local grocery spot.
it was amazing to see a guy who never eats when he drinks, it seems he can draw nutrients from booze to sustain him. I asked him for his secrets but he would divulge this to me.
on the way to his pad from the booze shop he took a hard swerve to the right and vanished for a sec but i then found him
in true stinkyboy fashion he marked his territory and we moved on.
we got back to his place and I started to work on his bottom bracket while another monkey stopped over while we were listening to nuerosis and slamming back the bottle.
I was pretty toasted at this point and judging by stinks computer coordination skills i could tell he was slammed as well. after several laughs and bike parts on the floor I had to ride 19 miles across the 103 degree streets back to get my stuff to check into my hotel.
I had told him i was going to call later for some more drinking and partying but he never awoke untill around midnight I believe.
so the next day after getting the bikes ready for the other riders and drinking all day I invited him over to the after hours BBQ and drink fest we put on everynight.
he shows up on his dual drive and a flask in hand (true stink style) and we start to drinking.
I was able to get some friends of mine to show up with some more booze and then the party really started. she owns a bar in town and went into her storage room and brought a full cart of hard booze and brought it through the hotel doors.
the party then proceeded out to the pool were a whole bunch of my wounded veteran brothers started to party in a true military style. we got no leg joe in the pool and started tossing him around like a child since he weighs nothing.
just for your info, joe lost both of his legs in iraq to a roadside bomb in 2006. this was the caliber of men I was able to introduce to the stinkmaster.
long story short. we got the girls so drunk they puked and the booze was all gone before midnight.
not sure if stinkyboy is going to be at work in the morning but I will be wide awake at 0600 hours for the kick off ride to vegas from phoenix.
good times fer sher
thanks stink, your welcome at my fire anytime
side note, he still doesnt believe my hot ass girlfriend teaches pole dancing classes.
Excellent report!!!
Sorry.
Actually in this town those shirts would fit right in.
