From:(Jack Tavares)
Newsgroups: rec.motorcycles
Subject: Re: My views of the RCR
Date: 3 Aug 92 20:38:56 GMT


(Cookson) writes:
: In article <> (Keeper of the 'Tude) writes:
: >I hit the sack around 1:20-1:30am and woke with a splitting headache at about
: >7:20am.
:
: Wait a minute, you bitched and moaned about how much of a wimp I was when I
: went to bed at 1:30.  You must have been up a while after that.
:
: Now, if you want to talk about hungover, then you need to talk to Jack Tavares.
: That was one hung over man.  He came up to breakfast, and just sat there
: moaning at us.  He even RODE from the tent -> breakfast (where he couldn't
: eat) -> tent -> bath house -> tent.  It wasn't pretty.
:

Well, i was feeling a little under the weather. I stayed up till about 12:30
more or less. I remember everything, including sitting at the fire
and suddendly saying to my self "Self, you are seriously Sh*tFaces,
get to bed before you really hate yourself in the morning."
If i had realized at the time that it was to late, and that I would
already hate myself in the morning, i would have said "Screw it,
you are going to hate yourself in the morning, so you might as well
stay up and enjoy"

So, i crashed. I got up at who knows what time. It was dark,
the fire was out, and nobody was awake. I walked to the nearest
barrel lifted the lid and left a little something for the
llamas. .-O (Did anybody else see them? There must have been 30 or
40 of them. They came out of the "lake" near the bathrooms. They
chased me around the campground for hours, kicking around like a
soccer ball, and laughing that unnatural hideous squeal that they
have.  Brrrrrr SHUDDER!!!!)

I went back to bed. Got up around 7am (God, it gets hot and humid
early in NC) and left another little present for the llamas.

After showering etc (brushing  my teeth about 4 times) i decided
to try breakfast. Yes it is true, i had to ride from my tent to
breakfast. Sat there, looked at the food. Smelled the food. Smelled
the coffee. Quickly decided that breakfast was not for me.

Rode back to tent, started packing.
We left, rode to boone. I had a HUGE lunch. Stopped on the BRP
at a scenic vista, laid done on the grass with a wet towel covering
my head and slept for about 30 minutes.
I felt much better.

Lesson: Dont eat Ed's RoadKill Chicken. I am convinced that
the chicken is what made me feel so bad. It had absolutely
nothing to do with the @# beers that I drank. .-)

So I sign off, KotHO (Keeper of the HangOver)

Jack Tavares    KotHO  tavares@ctron.com <- use this address
DoD# 0570	BMWMOA# 58278	AMA# 651191	BMWRA#  16087
83 R80ST	79 KZ LTD 400H (for sale)
Sorry, but at DoD minimum speed it is impossible to speak. There is just
too much wind noise.  At that speed I am spending all my concentration
allowance on riding, and cannot afford anymore thought for words.
However, when I finish a ride and the bike is in the garage cooling down,
the single word that comes to mind is:

    BEER.