tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post4711558804275593381..comments2024-03-22T18:15:47.666+11:00Comments on Boy on a bike: Pub crawl?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-62111148353859084362013-01-18T05:38:00.608+11:002013-01-18T05:38:00.608+11:00@ Anon: Rice University has the Club 13, whose me...@ Anon: Rice University has the Club 13, whose members, on the 13th (and/or 31st) of the month disrobe, cover themselves with shaving cream, and run about the campus. Tradition requires that the runners making it to Valhalla (a cheap beer joint run by the Graduate Student Association) get free beer. So far, the pastime has not been monitized. Thank God.JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02448124833598565813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-17673536164992838192013-01-18T05:31:27.027+11:002013-01-18T05:31:27.027+11:00BTW, lots of the potmen/barmaids/riders were POMs....BTW, lots of the potmen/barmaids/riders were POMs. Thought you might want to know.JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02448124833598565813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-8858490149280910252013-01-18T05:29:34.653+11:002013-01-18T05:29:34.653+11:00Here in Houston Texas, we used to have an occasion...Here in Houston Texas, we used to have an occasional bike pub crawl - about 20 miles and about 10 pubs on a Saturday afternoon. Nice workout for a good evening's drinking. JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02448124833598565813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-89328656243317238722013-01-14T21:47:45.589+11:002013-01-14T21:47:45.589+11:00Mists of time........got no idea what we were drin...Mists of time........got no idea what we were drinking. Possibly middies - although the course involved a lot of pubs. After the Americas Cup, Fremantle was awash with pubs. Almost one on every corner. You could get blotto in no time just by doing every pub in a one block radius from any random point.Boy on a bikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14452119541546978454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-63653211547005005022013-01-11T09:53:46.897+11:002013-01-11T09:53:46.897+11:00Were they puissant pints or pissant schooners thou...Were they puissant pints or pissant schooners though BOAB, I suppose that's the real question....TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-48581736428298079082013-01-11T09:51:56.117+11:002013-01-11T09:51:56.117+11:00The good old days, eh? The good old days, eh? TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-84660392485812805542013-01-11T08:20:47.269+11:002013-01-11T08:20:47.269+11:00How else will you know ya limit unless you experim...How else will you know ya limit unless you experiment.<br /><br />My limit is 3 beers BTWcavhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05338928424789193611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-82292479910319985522013-01-10T19:58:42.674+11:002013-01-10T19:58:42.674+11:00I understand your outrage. These people who try to...I understand your outrage. These people who try to take over traditional sports and then corrupt them to make money need to be brought to book. We used to have the "Kings Street Run" in Cambridge, UK. It was an individual sport, not a team sport. No navigators, coaches, managers, etc. Just you against the clock with a couple of time keeper/witnesses. If you made to the end, you were awarded a blue tie with a foaming tankard on it. If you peed or puked, you still got the tie, but it had gold and silver "P"s below the tankard. Such class :-)<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com