Richmond Pedicabs in hibernation

We rode hard.  We rode late.  We foraged all around RVA for fruits and nuts all the way till New Year's Eve to build up our stores of fat.   And now our black bear of a pedicab lays, barely stirring, in anticipation of the breath of spring.  Only a few bottles of Hardywood Gingerbread Stout are needed to sustain our cab until pedicab provender sprouts once more.  (Special thanks to Hardywood Craft Brewery for partnering with us, and cheers to your the amazing Beer Advocate Review!)

What awaits the 2015 season?  Who knows...maybe the dopest blogging the world has EVER KNOWN.

See you on St. Patrick's Day at the Church Hill Irish Festival and roaming around The Fan after the day drinking turns to night imbibing.  

 

 

The stork drops our baby

After surprisingly long wait, our pedicab finally fell from the sky into Ben's back yard.  We pondered what to do with the odd crate for a while - Dunk tank?  Chicken coop? - and then, despite the engineering and geometry wisdom with which we have both been generously blessed, we opted for the "batter don't flatter" method of extraction.  

PedicabForce One was delivered from her mother crate at approximately 4:30 PM on Wednesday, July 9th.  Approximate weight: like, a million pounds.  Immediately upon her removal from the womb she was Christened with Yuengling Lager.  5 minutes later the skies opened and poured the first significant downpour in weeks upon us all.  There is a lovely hippie name to come from all of this.  Standby for official naming ceremony.  

Ben will ride tonight, weather permitting.  See you out there!