baked beans. boston baked beans. yankee beaners. I'm long overdue for a ride report and ride I did this weekend. like the wind. or broken wind. I rolled out of flughaus and onto flugbike at 4:30 am saturday morning bound for Massachusetts and beans. I'd gotten a late nacht or early morgen urgent call from the Bissell Bridge Bombers Backyard Bonfire Battalion of Baton Roug- oh fuck it I went to the Yankee Beemers for their annual tribute to heavy drinking and general Tomfoolery. I saw it as a good chance to brush up on my bridge inspection skills, with all the nonsense and shenanigans threatening our nations covered bridges its never too early to prevent bridgeabuse. basically.