Run #1602 Dr. Kimble Makes a Landing

Dr. Kimble was back to his old tricks as he gathered the Gypsies at Drake’s Landing at Bon Air in Marin. The Park & Ride Lot is still getting over his last start there. There’s little like the arrival of the pack to empty a parking lot and this was no different. When Manhole and Pied Piper tapped the keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA all those red Solo cups sent the civilians into a panic. Even Me Me Me aka Princess Slut was bothered when Backside Banger stood in MH’s truck waving his pint and screaming, “You’ll never take me alive, copper!” Lowering his voice Butt Plug Fred wondered if she was embarrassed or jealous of the attention Backside Banger was getting, The pack was getting enough attention make Dr. K sweat so he pulled the ripcord and parachuted them into the night! Trail took the pack storming off to the 101 overpass where forward progress was backchecked. No need to worry since the pack was then sent under 101 to the new pedestrian trail. Blow Queen found the trail rather, well, “pedestrian” but since he’s headed back to Sweden no one cared about his elitist trail concepts. Dr. K kept them on that path, taking them behind Trader Joes and Cost Plus into Shore Bird Marsh in Corte Madera. By now Just Doesn’t Get It was getting it, this trail was going to be classic Dr. K, LONG and nowhere to shortcut. Do Her Well slapped JDGI and sneered, “Shortcuts are for the weak!” ah, love and marriage! At Paradise Dr. the pack recrossed over 101 and delved into the surrounding neighborhood. You could hear the windows being slammed shut and shades dropping as Little John’s Son passed. Hoseblower shook his head and whispered he’d have done the same! The canal trails along Corte Madera Creek kept the pack trying to stay dry although Chickenboner pointed out that Wash This Asshole could take advantage of the water. WTA just ignored the suggestion. Dr. K was not totally cruel since he gave the pack a beer check at the big picnic table across the creek from the Marin Rowing Association. From the beer check it was a hop, skip and a jump back over the bridge and into the parking lot. The keg was tapped, and Vitamin J provided. Bitch Pimp arrived late but managed to find her way around the trail. By now the pack had the parking lot pretty much to itself and that led to pounding the piss without needing to be concerned about legalities although BP stood ready to handle any cases that arose. Hand Pump made sure that the pack took nothing, not even photos, and barely left any footprints. Cheers.