A CHUNK 666 New Year's Eve.

P.S. My lungs don't hurt so much now.

Ice CHUNKin'

There was an ice storm today for all of 12 hours or so. But, it was icy, make no doubt. Megulon-5 and I could not but help ride our sidehacks around, which, it turns out, are perfection for dealing with slick roads: more control than a car or a regular bicycle.



After a bite to eat we rolled over to Lake Siracusa, which had frozen over, and took turns alternating between riding up to the ice at a good speed and trying to put your hack into a 180-360 spin, and sweeping snow off the ice.


Photographication by Megulon-Five.


Photographication by Megulon-Five.

Eventually Big B. came and joined the fun. Handicapper has three wheels, sorta. Right?


Photographication by Megulon-Five.


Photographication by Megulon-Five.

Finally, the flask I had was empty, no one could hit me with a snowball. Conclusion: it was time to go. On the way home freezing rain started to fall and there was not a single car on the roads. I felt like Han on his Taun-taun on Hoth, it was awesome! Ice was actually freezing on the bike while I was riding.


Photographication by Megulon-Five.

Poker Run.

A Poker Run consisting of CHUNK 666, a few friends, and some guests, went down Saturday night. The ante-up was $5 per person, and the game was five-card stud.

There was some variant version of redneck soccer early on.

Glue won the $100 pot with a straight flush. The lucky bastard.

I think the next best hand was a pair of sixes.

The bar lady chastised Jason for drinking on the curb. While she was doing so I was able to discreetly camouflage my beer behind a convenient parking meter.

Remember suddenly feeling at some point that the people 'round the table were outnumbered by pitchers of beer (a terrifying sensation, for a moment, at least).