We started at Cardinal Liquors where Bob offered to make us a crockpot of food and put our name on the marquee if we return. Bob wants to make sure we have some real food in us before we start drinking. We assured Bob that we are professionals and headed to the river.
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| Bridge trolls |
Our group was passed by a few late night riders. My favorite was the guy holding a flash light as a front light. Safety first.
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| An assortment |
On to the next stop! As we pull up, I see the bartender peeking through the door and hear a lock. She asks "Are you stopping here? I had the door locked because no one was here." Why does she sound so surprised to have customers? Why is this not the first time this has happened on FBC?
So we had the bar all to ourselves, except for a brief visit from a guy and his dog who would not let me pet it.
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| I love the list of people barred from the bar! What did you do Lois? |
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| All ours! |
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| Malort for us, Jager for her. |
She said we could take an indoor picture but the bar was narrow and well lit so prepare yourself. We have some blindingly pale asses.
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| Bartender laughing in the background |
Not pictured: the bruise on my ass the next day from falling off my bike on the way home.
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