union forces amassed along the potomac today. the plan was to storm bethesda, acquire rations, spread our zeal for the union message and then slip undetected into the gray suburban environment before the oppressive forces of mabra could be marshalled to silence us. we knew they were looking for us so we opted to dress incognito. incidentally, those gang signs mike is throwing up are not "union-approved".
josh met us at a base of the capital crescent. he's on an off-week from his chemotherapy regimen and wanted to get out. he went straight to the front and stayed there. simply amazing. that guy kicks ass.
dc is a bagel wasteland. it's as if a whole bunch of people just woke up one day and realized that, well, you can just throw any old lump of dough with a hole in the center into some water, bake it, call it a bagel and charge a dollar for it. this is not "union-approved". there are still a few establishments around that produce solid products and obviously take pride in their work. these places are as close as we can get to the traditional methods, products and quality that one would find in any artisanal butcher and baker's shop throughout europe. and it's what you can expect after the revolution when we devolve this society back down into a series of agrarian communes with a focus on subsistence. but more on that later!
the fact that we need to ride to bethesda to find a decent bagel is hardly the main point of this post though. it was chilly but the sun was out and it was clear and a beautiful day. a chance to ride our bikes, talk amongst ourselves, tell some jokes and stuff our faces.
