UCI safety regs be damned, at least two of us ran it. Fucked it up huge, running out to Waterfront Station instead of killing the two Chinatown checkpoints and booking it out to Prospect Point.
At least one of us also aborted the mission upon exclaiming "I don't fucking ride to Commercial and Adanac unless you pay me for it."
Duncan of all people was visibly alarmed at my choice of costume, and I am unrepentant about swallowing a DNF upon reviewing manifest #3.
The last thing I really remember was Kelly shotgunning fireworks into the air behind the Cobalt. And someone left two tall cans of Faxe tucked into my bed.
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Can I call you DNF_N1ck now?
..and how does one 'shotgun' fireworks?
yeah... when i saw your costume (and having heard duncan talk about singing all the hairs off of his arm practising for the race) i was a little freaked. but heck i nearly set my gloves on fire when i set my whole rag alight trying to spark that damn candle...
total mayhem race... having fireworks aime dat your legs from a VERY unsafe distance only added to the fun of the night.
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