Just chillin' out in the hood. Waitin' on the runners.

Excitement builds as the "front runners" appear in the distance.

Nike leads the way, oblivious to our calls and chants.

The first few runners are in their own imperceptible high-speed world. We probably appeared to be moving in slow motion from their perspective!

However, we had some secret weapons that brought them to a standstill.

Our arsenal included bright yellow marshmallow peep birds.

This young man ran the gauntlet empty handed, but at the last moment, he could not resist turning for a peep bird.

We also had the beer option.

Biggs has the correct stance for delivering beer.

Impact with the runners is attenuated by keeping the knees flexed.

Listen as Chuck, sporting an elegant Victoria's Secret bathrobe, exhorts the runners to "wash the bitter taste of defeat from your mouth" in this MPEG video!

It's a lonely job, convincing the blur of runners that "beer wants to enter you again and again and again." See another MPEG video!

Very rare photo! Runner actually taking pork rinds from Steve C!

Bananas are a rich source of potassium for mineral depleted distance runners.

Our gorrilla has three bananas.

Runners can't appreciate how hard it is to hand out bananas all morning. The bumpersticker is a coincidence. Please don't use that axe!

Happy dragon after giving away a dragon cookie!

Marci pouring out the beers - a real challenge to keep supply up with demand.

Tom, with Marci, who finally sprouted horns.

Nancy and Tom, enjoying coffee, or so we think.

Today's woman wants a Chrysler that can deliver the goods. Gone is the smooth metallic surface of yesteryear. It's been replaced with a more refined and stylish contour that's equally at home in the city or cruising the outback.

This picture really bothers me, but in the interest of fairness, I'm posting it.

Chuck warned them that their hearts would collapse and their bodies would shut down, so I'm not surprised to see this grim apparition. But really, I didn't keep track...who is this anyway?

So, the wild Portland city dogs fought over the flesh or runners who went without beer.

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