So you rode your bike all summer long…big deal, you and 160 other people did it; or at least ’said’ you did it. For those living in Seattle, tomorrow is your chance to prove you actually rode those miles and didn’t cheat!
Enter the RHR Scavneger Hunt II:
The Trophy!
So what now? Well, pull your riding pants on and swanker on down to where UPS was born (Waterfall Park in Pioneer Square at the corner of 2nd and Main) and join the crusaders that will be gallivanting through the streets of Seattle in search of obscure Seattle trivia and gross objects of discharge.
What should you expect?
A chicken fight
Tired...so tired
Well as you can see by the pictures, you might get an otherwise dismissive bartender to take part in the ass-grab and jump on your shoulders, or you might just find yourself tired and ready for bed by 5…you will never know unless you get your arse down to Pioneer Square at 1PM tomorrow afternoon.
What the hell do I need? Well since you asked, I’ll tell you.
You need a bike, a camera, a backpack or some sort of devise where you can carry stuff and a sense of humor. This won’t be the scavenger hunt you did in 4th grade looking for Easter Eggs behind Grandma’s house. No this will involve some sort of humiliation (not much) and a bit of begging (maybe more than your used to) and some down right city knowledge.
So, what do you say? Come on down, and bring a friend, bring your iPhone, your Blueberry, Blackberry, dictionary or whatever you think you’ll need to solve the Seattle riddle.
Part of the last Prize party giveaways was a coloring contest. Now before you start bitching, “I don’t live in Seattle, I can’t go to the party…” BMAS of Sigma (Chicago based Sigma..) was there, and won a prize!
This whole event didn’t just magically happen like Marshmallow tears from a Unicorn. It takes a dedicated crew of people, time away from our loved ones, and beer…lots and lots of beer…
Buy a shirt so I can drink more!
You want to do what?!
Which one is mine?!
We had, what I would call, a pretty successful meeting last nite. We’ve got some good things brewing for the next two months. So keep riding, get ready for some fun stuff, and if you see one of us in a bar…namely me…buy us a drink.
What? So here I come to the land of cyclists and after four days in this country, nary a sighting of spandex, yellow glowing vest or recumbents for that matter…I know, they all kind of seem to go together; the trifecta of cycling dorkdom. Well other than single speed fixies, with painted rims with a Dad-Pad; which for the record I haven’t seen either.
must be moving day...
Instead I see people riding around in regular clothes…like this guy; must be moving day. You see folks, there are people here riding bikes just to ‘get around!’ I rode on to see what other abnormalities I could find.
I didn’t have to ride long. About five minutes later I run across this clown.
Not all Italian shoes are for cycling??
Those aren’t Sidis my friends…they are Diesels damn it! Christ on a bike, what the hell happened to the cyclists I heard so much about?! Seems I can’t find a single cyclist here worth their weight in Lycra arm warmers!
And what’s with this ridiculousness…a double decker bike rack. How the hell am I supposed to sling my U-lock out of pocket and around my bike in 2 seconds flat when I have to hoist the damn thing up three feet in the air?
Two levels of bike racks...
Undoubtedly what started out as a hopeful mission turned out to be a disappointing day…no cyclists, just a bunch of people riding bikes…perhaps I’ll have better luck tomorrow!
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