While I was handing out booze cruise flyers at the Red Cup party, I was accosted by two douchebags (with shitty sleeve tats, no less), riding freshly purchased cruiser bikes. Here's a brief recap of our conversation:

Me: Hey--We've got a weekly bar crawl on bikes. Take a flyer.
Stoats: We're the Satan's Pedalers, ever heard of us (stupid sneer)
Me: Uh, no. How long you been established?
Stoats: 'Bout a week.
Me: Really. You guys have colors yet?
Stoats: No. This is our territory, though.
Me: I think there might be a problem with that (turns around to show the boneshaker patches).
Stoats: Whatever, dude. We'll be around. Look out for us.

Anyhow, they seem like big enuff assholes to try to take themselves seriously. I suggest we gently fuck with them until they give up.

See you guys tomorrow afternoon.