Run
#204 August 7, 2000
Hare:
David “The Body” Croft
Start:
Fort Hamilton Parkway on the F train
On In:
Dave Byron-Brown’s home, Park Slope
Scribe:
Tiger’s Woody
Crofty hared the perfect run. Despite his promises of tediousness, the trail was faultless. A nice length, no rain, no snow, plenty of surrealism, an elegant yet comfortable on in with pizza and snacks, and the right mix of grit, green, and Park Slope. It’s possible that my newfound appreciation for haring has been shaped by my bad judgment in setting two trails in five days, but Crofty’s run truly was admirable.
The trickiest part of the trail was finding the correct subway exit. After that problem was solved by Crofty’s pre-run sweep, the pack followed the well-marked trail to surreal moment #1 and stumbled upon urban stables and a crying woman leading a limping horse. The trail led past her to a check at the entrance of the park and pointed toward its infamous hill. For our rubbernecking pleasure, Crofty arranged for view of undercover cops mid-arrest and ambulances treating wounded park-goers. We sprinted past them up the evil Prospect Park hill, graced by the hare’s note of apology. Several tricycling toddlers sped past me before the trail turned overland and wove through kite fliers wishing for wind. After we left the park, pedestrians pointed us in the right direction again and again, saving me the trouble of looking for arrows.
For the second week in a row, speed demon Dave Hardy mis-guessed the on in, shortcutted to the wrong place, and managed to be near-DFL. Those of us who stayed on trail ended up at David Byron-Brown’s apartment, wondering if this would be a re-enactment of a recent non on in he didn’t host. But, no, we were greeted with water, beer and chips on the terrace.
When down downs rolled around, we realized we lacked all signs of mismanagement. The only semblance was myself, the humble on-sec’s even humbler flunky, but I successfully dodged downdown duty by feigning deafness, drooling and swearing profusely. Keith led the pack in the expected round of abuse. The first beer went to J.M. Jerry, having just walked in, for bothering to show up. Christine earned one for falling down while sober during her pre-hash run or her pre-run bike ride, and DB2 was a awarded a down down for hosting us.
All in all, a great trail and on in, although I doubt the pizza guy Crofty tried to stiff would agree. I think the pack managed not to destroy anything, so the Byron-Browns may have us back. But probably not for a while.
On Out.