Come out of your Shell

Even though I am missing some of the most beautiful riding days Tallahassee can produce, I am not laying around feeling sorry for myself. Not when Mystery calls with a report of fresh Gulf oysters at his house.

20 minutes later we are cracking and shucking, slurping and chewing like seagulls squabbling over a bag of Doritos. As the McC brothers throw horseshoes, S’quatch makes the observation that points should be awarded for “sound”. Nothing calls in summer like the CLANG! of ringers and leaners.

Since these are freshly harvested, they have not drained so every oyster is filled with the sea. A dash of tabasco and next stop heaven.

Eating them is magic, and they provide you with certain “qualities”.

Oysters, Azaleas, Dogwoods, dark beer mingling with light beer in the coolers, shorts and fleeces, definitely Spring.


8 Responses to Come out of your Shell

  1. Invite me next time. I’ll bring my stiletto shucker. I love raw oysters so deeply I bleed Tabasco.

    I rode the Miccosukee Greenway Saturday end to end and back (starting at Fleishman). Not a lot of singletrack, and “improvements’ are a euphemism for some of the recent work there. Still, it was great to get off the asphalt and into the forests and fields.

  2. Damn HT, I think you are probably the top dog these days aren’t you.

    Dr. D- You sure you still got what it takes? Those boys were throwin’ rocks.

    Load up O.B. Plenty of sun for everyone.

  3. fascists, nationalists, idiots, PLUS the brown yards, naked trees, stinging chill. any room on el calle de 10?

    juancho…dolazim sto prije. pozelio sam te.