| Well, Trail 60 is in the record books and it was a good one
by my [ChooChooH3's very own scribe, Hugh Heifer -WebLoser] standards, but
then I like anything that I don't have to look at pavement for more than a few minutes. We
made the trek outside Chattanooga and met at Just Rich's hovel atop Signal Mountain. All I
could think of on the way up was that we were going to run down this freaking thing and be
required to run back up it! A few of us stood around drinking beer with the hares, Just
Rich and Tit Wringer until Luv Bug and COD showed up with the hounds. Just James crawled
out of bed still in his clothing from the night before and by the look on his face we knew
we would have to force him into his tennies and onto trail. Slick Willy and Maple Queef
showed and Mustard Panties left after dropping off MQ to go back to watching Colorado lose
their football game - slacker.
We all piled into the back of Just Rich's truck and he drove us to the start. I
contemplated being a smart ass and meeting everybody back at his place but then decided
against it as I enjoy a good trail too much and by the looks of where we were it promised
to be shiggerific.
The hares were off in two different d'erections and we hung out long enough for Father Abe
to warm us up as it started to pour down rain. We departed concerned that the Virgin hare
would know how to lay strong enough marks and were not disappointed. rail was easily
followed into the woods and behind some large houses across a hardball and into a
neighborhood. Then it got good. We ended up running through a fantastic forest of enormous
conifers so taking that we all ended up talking about it at the beer check with the hares.
The fact that they had gotten themselves snared by the walkers was none of our concern.
We gave 'em a few more minutes and were after them again, I had them in sight when smart
ass Tit Wringer left a RG that I overlooked in an attempt to get away. After some choice
words for me I decided I would play along and awaited Maple Queef and Slick Willy. Now, in
case some of you thought about wearing old metal Army canteens on trail or wearing an old
metal miner's hat, it would have been bad this day. Lightening and thunder happened and
the sky opened just as we were nearing the Finish, which by the way was the same as the
start. The walkers carried the BC in - and apparently finished it on the way and we all
rode back in the back of Just Rich's truck in the cold rain.
We dried off and circled outside and Mustard Panties arrived just in time to get her
down-down for being late and running on her own. Other down-downs were as follows:
Tit Wringer - wearing military gear
FRB - Slick Willy
FBI - Both Beotches
DFL - Cum On Down (of course)
The Hashit was returned to Maple Queef
Back Slider and POT - Slick Willy
Hare Snare - CBT
Just James - so hung over it hurt even for him to say he was hung over
We also tried to teach Maple Queef and lesson about leaving his stuff laying around
unattended in bars while intoxicated. He drank as we returned all his stolen property to
him.
Finally after much deliberation and hearing from Just James that his dad claimed to be
able to smell when poontang was near, Just Rich became "Twat I Smell?"
Twat did a fine job of entertaining and we drank nearly two cases of beer (keep that in
mind when you come back Banana) and ate burgers and chicken. A fine job was had by all -
even those who failed to pay their Hash Cash - MAPLE QUEEF!!
See everybody at trail 61.
Hugh Heifer
Rusty Scribe
Broken Down GM
PS- Still talking abut the Appalachia H3 in November/December in Rome. Cost will be 29.00
but we are having venue trouble. I'll keep you posted. |
