New bike odometer stickers in action. This one has been modified for a safety bike by increasing the marks x 1000.
After a tumultuous ride and more than one person gaining on Sara’s Drunken Princess Award, we made it to the Tallbike Jousting spot. Perhaps it was the cold and blowing snow, but it was an uncharacteristically quick game with clean hits and clear cut victors. In the final round, Rat Patrol Nasvhille’s CJ took out Yly for the win and kept the four year buckle streak going. After some debate about whether or not to stick it out the cold, we made our way to whiplash. Max the Jefferson Chapter took home the win with an impressive, never before seen spin around. Yly was awarded the “Dead Last” gloves for his participation and failure at every game. Better luck next year.
Next stop was a warm up pallet fire/warm cider combo. It was the warmest. Super especially warm, we decided to have a slow tallbike race. There were so many contestants that we had to divide it up into two heats. Bad Taste’s Adam took home the knuck gloves on his fixed gear tallbike, which, much like a trike in footdown, is the best way to out yourself as a cheater. Then we went on our way to the figure 8 race. On the way there Bad Taste’s Sara took a spill and Passed out in the back of girl Joey’s cab.Little did she know, this move would cement her win for the drunken princess award. The figure 8 race happened on a basketball court and quickly devolved, as so many games do, into a crashing match. In the end, Bad Taste took home another pair of gloves. Another win for Canada…
This year’s piñata was too full of cassette tapes, bricks, patches, dick tips, and balls to hang. So it was dragged behind the chopper trike for less than a second before being savagely tore apart. Then we ate snacks and rode to the mystery U building which, after being found on a drunken ride, took many attempts to relocate. Once there, we played the newest oldest rat patrol game: steal the bacon, where people on tallbikes have to pull bananas out of each other’s pockets. Alan from Mosh and Brew beat out Tom from Bad Taste. The sun was going down, everyone was getting thirsty, and the cops showed up, so we headed to the grocery store where we found clearance hand and foot warmers and stocked up for the rest of the ride.
At the crack of noon everyone rolled out of their beds/cots/beer can piles and headed out to another St. Ratricks Day. This year started, as so many have before, with a cookout at the boathouse. Strangely, the security guard told us to move, suggesting that if we were going to break the rules, we should make less of a spectacle of it. After an ice-lagoonside cookout, everyone took to the streets with full bellies and a trailer full of snacks. Because you always need more snacks. We arrived at our first destination quickly. Foot-down was the name of the game. It started slowly, with nobody taking any charge in knocking other people off of their bikes. After a formal 3, 2, 1 footdown, everything got going. The last two contestants were Bad Taste Tom and, of course, Mitch from Mosh and Brew. A surprise upset left Tom with a shiny new Ratricks foot down medal and a pair of embroidered knuck-tat gloves.
This year we kicked off St. Ratick’s Day with an art show at Ground Control Gallery. Featuring art by and about Rat Patrol. After the opening we all road over to The Mutiny for The No Talent Shit Show. Georgia O’Queef and Warboner opened up the show followed by the few people who signed up to show off their lack of talents. The shameless winners were Will Explode who chugged a beer while poging in his underwear, Erika who walked on broken bottles, and Max who played the drums and judged a kissing contest. Volunteers played various disgusting games such as baby birding malort, hickey contest and thunderstruck drinking game luckily the participants puked off stage. Lots of bodily fluids were exchanged.
Screen printing pizza party (not pictured donuts)
We’ve got 5 new screens with t-shirt/back patch/small flag sized designs.
Love is Dead. in video form.
Rats and Humans alike descended upon the Real Fun Home in Whitewater WI for a celebration of tiny bikes and the savage slaughter of love. Some Chicago rats and Ohio Mosh and Brew got there a day early to destroy wedding dresses and eat donuts and pizza. The rest of the Rats arrived late the next day due to snow “storms” and wrong turns. The party picked up quickly. Blood was shed. Bikes were crashed. Love is Dead. Too bad you didn’t come. It’s never happening again
Its that time of the year with St. Ratrick’s approaching the desire to have a new or first freak bike out weighs the desire to stay inside. So you wait till its a warm day, something in the double digits and head to the unheated uninsulated garage.
Reg Meg imported her frames from the tundra of Jeeferson. With the garage door frozen shut she headed to the outdoor pile and with the help of Max she got to the bottom of the pile of to discover that the chain ring of her desired bike had sunk into the once soft ground and now required a battle to pull out. After a lot of back and forth the bike was released from the ground and brought back to Chicago where she could work in slightly above zero temperatures and wire feed welder.
After 4 visits to the Barberchop and a lot of frozen fingers her bike was completed, well sort of. Although a smalltall this bike is much too tall for her and the pedals cannot be reached (can you spot the other fundamental problem with this bike?) So its back to Wisconsin to finish it up at the Real Fun Home so it can compete at Love is Dead.
Sick of kneeing yourself in the face while you ride your chopper? Give yourself the gift of full leg extension by extending your frame. Max and Alexis’ latest zine will sort of show you how.
Download and print your own copy