Originally Posted by j4k3

Well, where do I begin. Waiting for Paul (vangorder), I decided to stop and get a Slurpee. While in line I said to myself, "hey that pizza looks good", so I grab two pieces of 711 pizza. We ride out to meet up with John(ma-half-e) and I felt a little rumble in the tummy. As we meet up with him I stop for a quick check to make sure I don't have to drop at #2 before hitting pungo. I was good.


So we leave and ride for about 1 1/2 hours and all is well. John parts ways, the Paul and I hit another few roads and split off to head home. Everything felt fine, until about 5 minutes from the house. While sitting at a stop light I decided to let one rip and be on my way. Well, that's what I planned.

Apparently, that pizza had already done it's work to my digestion system and was on a fast track on the way out. As I freely let one go it turns out it brought a slight bit of company. Now don't get me wrong, this wasn't a full blown "HOLY FUCK I JUST SHIT MYSELF!!!", but it's still no small deal. I had to ride a good 5 minutes in the heat, sweating, tired, sore, and with a small bit of shit between my cheeks.

Originally Posted by MA-HALF-E

Was good to meet and ride you two yesterday. My next day to get some miles will probably be the weekend.