Naked Keg Party

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.