Laughing Planet
This ride is 103 miles of drunken glory, where the winner is the one who can hold both their alcohol and their composure. And this years event started at 7am at the Hair of the Dog brewery, where the owner was kind enough to open his doors to allow us to consume some of his beer. At 7am. In the morning. That’s the kind of ride this was going to be.
The hills got bigger.
We got drunkerer.
By the time we reached Hood River, I was swerving and telling people that I loved them. I loved my bike. I loved my cats and my mom. I loved everything. I’m a full-of-love type drunk.
But anyway. Back to the ride.
6000+ feet of elevation gained.
80oz of beer consumed.
Sometimes winning isn’t pretty, unless you have beer goggles.
As an avid cyclist and food consumer, I have to question this whole Laughing Planet craze. These burritos are expensive and mild. I hate to have to be the one to say it, but it’s true. You can get $3 on Alberta that are far better and snack on those spicey pickled carrots while you wait for your lunch! you don’t have to live like this!
I’m gonna have to back Dawn on this.
Yes, you can get a burrito that is both cheaper and muy authentico somewhere else. I like these burritos. And I like the free pickled things you get with them. But after a ride, Laughing Planet burritos are embraced by my stomach. These other burritos are expelled. When I want a greasy, lardy, soggy lettuce burrito made with all of the parts of a cow (which is often), I’ll get the cheap ones. But after a ride is not that time for me.