WAR XLV - Family Tradition

Spending time with the family for the holidays?

Have you forgotten about your extended-extended family?

Yes, the ones with the mullets. With the 'Palin 2012' bumper-stickers. The family no one really speaks of. Yeah, it is time to hang with that family.

So, let's meet up with your Uncle Billy, your old Aunt Ginny and that creepy Uncle Nasty. Yeah, the one with the panel van.


Let's meet at Uncle Billy's on Barton Springs for dinner and beers. Since no one is really working, let's try to make this ride somewhat punctual.

Meet at 6pm for dinner. Ride leaves at 7. For reals.

We will hit Ginny's Little Longhorn and Nasty's, most likely.

WAR XLIV - XXXMas

Crowded parking lots. Packed flights. Tensions building. Stress level elevated. Annoying music everywhere.

Yep. It must be "the most wonderful time of the year."

Yes. I'm a Grinch. A mean one. A humbug of epic proportions.

I'm the guy that wonders why that dude that stole Christmas returned it.

You know what I want for Christmas? December 26.

Well, if we are going to have merriment forced upon us, at least we can ride bikes. Let's meet this week at Dirty Martin's (about 29th and Guad). Ride starts at 7. PROMPT.

We will consume merriment at a few choice locations. I'll even throw in a Christmas light tour. And, I promise, I won't bring my setlist of the most annoying Christmas music ever. (except I will)

...and yes...I'm actually going to show this time.

WAR XLIII - The Middle

So, I've been debating with myself. Wait that sounds gross.

I've been arguing with myself about the ride tonight. North or South? South or North. Finally I said, "Hey, Self let's meet in the Middle. Also, you are very handsome."

So, if you call Anderson Lane the border of the North and Barton Springs Drive the Southern boarder, that would make Crown & Anchor the geographic center of the universe. Plus they have good burgers.

Let's meet there at 6pm. We roll at 7pm (sharp) We can hit places in the middle like Nasty's, whatever they call the Showdown now, and Dog & Duck. Or where ever you want to go...I'm done arguing.

WAR XLII - Up Shit Creek.

You've been there...looking for your paddle. The Creek - you're all up in that shit.

This week's WAR will honor Austin's Creeks - Shit or otherwise. Barton, Shoal, Johnson (haha, I said Johnson) or Waller. We got's us a mess of Creeks, and there are often bars near them. Bonus.

Meet at Austin's premiere Creek Establishment - Shoal Creek Saloon - 6pm for a giant pork chop dinner - ride leaves at 7pm.

Daylight wasting time is upon us and the darkness brings vampires. Bring your blinky to fend them off. Garlic too. ...and don't forget your paddle.

War LXI - Uncle!

It is that time of year. Uncle's Day. Ok, it doesn't yet exist, but it should.

Meet Uncle Billy's Brew and Q. You know the time.

Dress like either Uncle Jesse (Dukes or Full House version)

WAR 60 - Spooky!

Well, the WAR is turning 60. Damn. Just like Crowder with a hangover, the WAR is beginning to look like the Crypt Keeper.

In honor of the upcoming pagan holiday, the WAR ride again this Wednesday. You can even ride headless if you want.

Meet: Wahoo's Fish Tacos - 6th and Rio Grande. 6pm if you want dinner.

As always, ride leaves at 7pm SHARP!

We will visit: Doc's Motor Works, The Scoot Inn and Dirty Bills.

Bring your lights, our available sunlight is dwindling.


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WAR 59 - Oktoberfest

<----- I like your beers.



Ah, fall. Football is in season, the heat has broken, and the leaves begin to lose the green luster of summer. Fall, the air becomes just crisp, and the critters race to store up goods for their long winter slumber. Ah, Fall...what a lovely time of year in Central Texas. We can continue to wax poetically, or take a note from the Germans, who turn the whole goddamn season into a beer festival!

It's Oktoberfest, Kiddos. Lace up your liderhosen, hide your Schnitzel and come out for a bike ride.

Before any of you get snappy, yes Oktoberfest is technically over. It's the 16 days leading up to the first Sunday in October. But as US Americans, we have a hard time reconciling that with with the actual inclusion of the word 'October'. Plus, you can say it's over....but was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell No!

Roll out the barrel, expect to Polka. The Scorpions WILL sing the Winds of Change. My epic German Music collection has been in hiding for two long years....lagering so to speak. It will make it's Epic return. Prost!


The ride - Wednesday - 10/6

Meet: Flying Saucer - 815 W 47th St (The Triangle)

Time: Brats at the 6:15p Depart 7:00p

Destinations: Flying Saucer, Scholtz Beer Garten, Draught House

Bring: Bike lights, friends

Attire: German casual. Liderhosen if you got 'em.

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