Hyperbolic Mister Tinkerbell
Kahuna Run 175
"Perfect Day to Hash"

As expected 30 plus hashers stood on a hill at 7:10 waiting for our hare of the day, the ever capricious EverReady bunny otherwise know as Tinkerbell. Out of the clouds appeared Tinkerbell with his Damsel at his side sporting a hatchet protruding from her head and complaining about concussion like symptoms. Something tells me they were pre laying, this course of Epic proportions. Or maybe it was a typical day in Tinkerland.

Two complete virgins were amongst the 32 half minds that took off on a 3 hour tour, much like the unsuspecting Mr. Howell and his cache of cash, and this led to a pretty predictable loop through the Park. This time traveled us to an inane circle jerk that led us to a cascading cliff of death, which some short cutted, then we started heading up. Somewhere above the tree line DownTown and Flaming Fart led us back to another treacherous single track trail that ended in car traffic. Cars whizzed by us with horns a blaring as Coitus found true trail back into the woods once again. Any half mind would deduce that the days are getting shorter and the fact that we started on Tinkerbelle time as well as were about 14 miles into this run it was starting to get dark quickly. But we were only at the beer check. (Hard Ciders, Beers and a Hefe).

EDITORS NOTE: Could somebody please give us some insurance that our beers are actually cold.

We then proceeded to run another six miles through everybody's back yard in southwest and then climbed another cliff down to to another busy road. By now Hydrolicks had enough of the foreplay and Slut Machine was sick of going up and especially down and slowly what evolved is the Beloved Stitch and Bitch. The back of the pack gossip walkers on endorphins. You set a trail long enough and the stitch and bitch will emerge.

Then we got to the second beer check. At the first beer check an hour earlier it was getting dark but at the second beer check we watched the most amazing sunset. We all drank cold beers and Snotty Balls had a look at the Hatchet still buried in "Balls" head. (That is a strange sentence).

After the last (so we were hoping) beer check we ran another 50 or so miles but the last quarter mile was epic. We were treated to a log crossing above a raging stream in the pitch black night only only lit by The Perseid meteor shower. And upon crossing the stream Gabriel Park suddenly appeared from the ashes.

And there was beer at 10:00 on a Monday night in Tinkerbell time and space.