Halloween…..Need We Say More?

Does it make any sense? Not really. Is it supposed to? Probably not.

Check out a gazillion pictures here, and check this out:

making crowds cheer by giving away bikes. Also equals free beer and coozies
We literally had Travis Bickle. And a chicken. And a safetysickle, a sailor, and a miner, an angry bee, and the leader of the wolfpack, and Goose, and a (thee) PBR Fairie, and a large pig, and a piece of candy corn, and all other sorts of tricks and treats this Halloween weekend in Astoria, Oregon.

I guess the lore precedes the event, and rightly so. 98% of the riders in some sort of costume ranging from the token to the labor intensive absurd. Originally we understood the words “come in costume or feel the wrath” but “wrath” was defined with a broad brush and some folks had looks on their faces when they were done racing like they just got knocked down and had their candy bags taken away. Oh well. Get a thousand people together and definitions vary. We didn’t have much problem with anything. And the weather was great, to boot!

inverted nutritional intake

Most of our team rented a mansion in Seaside and set up shop there. About 17,000 innocent beers were killed, along with a lot of good food. The police were never called so we’ll call that one a win! As for the racing, it was pretty much secondary to the party, as we feel Cross should be.  Two very special mentions are to be made. Firstly, Matt D’Elia single handedly redesigned the hand down by wearing a back pack full of treats, including a skull-and-vertebrae beer bong and a 22oz. of Rogue Dead Guy ale. Now that’s some thinking there. And second, giraffe dude’s costume was awesome.

A third special mention must be made to the lad who gave Bubbles a can of High Life wrapped in a All Hail the Black Market limited edition “Black Out With Your Sack Out” coozie. That was quite an award, and worthy of the illegal bike hand up. I think technically it would be an illegal pit on the receiver’s end, but maybe not. I am not sure how many DQ’s we’ll see racked up when all is said and done.

As the last race was finishing up, those in costumes rejoiced, those out of costume filed complaints or just scurried to their cars, and lastly, a dance routine played in the foreground of the setting sun. Good times, boys, good times.

grooving to the fade to black

Don’t really have any results to share, and we don’t really care either. It was Halloween weekend, and it was meant to be as close to redlining for as long as possible. At least by our definition.