Nosepicker Reports:
we went to chelsea. the roads sucked, we ate bagels, ehhhhhhhh. it poured, it sucked, we went to crispy cream, ehhhhhhhhhh. path leading there not best route, not harv compliant. lost pigpen, went home.



Snarly Reports:
the subtext here is that the less said about Saturday, the better. except for the bagels, that is.
my take on it:



The fleet, including three maggots (one of whom gave birth to a Giraffe some time ago), shoved off for the Chelsea Galaxy to seek toroidal refreshment. We experienced a mechanical in the Davis Constellation, luckily near a playground, and remained there until Threespeed had fetched repair materials from his fort. After pedaling through miles of crater-ridden wasteland, the fleet descended upon a bagel shop and feasted mightily. Just in time for our departure, heavy radiation began to pelt us from above. A cold and wet fleet navigated through ever more inhospitable terrain to Luna Krispy Kreme in the Medford Galaxy. More toroids were consumed and a mechanical failure in Mjollnir's primary thruster was repaired. The fleet lost PigPen, and after a failed retrieval mission by several scouts, we pedaled home soggy and defeated.

Pilot	Ship	Points	Promotion
BikerMom	Mjollnir	232.83	Petty Officer 3rd Class
Blipblipbeep	Swamp Thing	170.234
Boner	Spooky Pirate	157.682	Aviator First Class
Brewer	Annihilation	255.481	Petty Officer 3rd Class
Giraffe	Bonnie & Clyde	210.8	Petty Officer 3rd Class
HotHead	Trez Bonz	119.382	Aviator First Class
Nameless	Catastrophe	449.665
Nosepicker	G.I. Jane	175.632
PigPen	Saint Christopher	411.725
RoadRash	War	555.634
Rotwang	Skylab	197.513
snarly	Abandon All Hope	582.402	Rear Admiral, Lower Half
Tarantula	Ez Raider	51.3779
Threespeed	DexionDestroyer	603.095
Trogdor	Delirium	255.052	Lieutenant, Junior Grade

Mission Task	Pilot
Navigator	Threespeed
Tailgunner	PigPen