SUNDAY!  It’s the seventh day, it’s the day of the Lord, it’s the Sabbath, it’s time to pack up and get the Hell out of Dodge – or at least catch a train out of Prague!  Is it ANY surprise that once again we’ve overstayed our welcome in a country and have been asked (politely in a Czechoslovakian “way” – which is sorta like a Gestapo “way”) to leave?  Look, after actually having to pay for beer (even though we told them that we were Senior Vice Presidents of Budweiser on a world inspection tour), and after actually having to pay for lap dances (even though we told them that we were Senior Vice Presidents of Hustler Magazine on a world inspection tour), it was time for us to find another “host” country.

We know that you are all wondering that if this is the 2008 Riding4Beer World Tour, when will the riding start.  Well, we tried to buy an old Yamaha (800 cc) in China and couldn’t get insurance (who wants to defend a liability suit in X’ian?).  Siberia was too long of a journey to ride across and Mongolia – well that’s pretty much self explanatory, right?  In Russia all the bikes were falling apart and in Finland and Sweden we were too busy with other “projects” to even leave our hotel rooms.  In Germany it was raining cats and dogs (we stepped in a poodle!) and so that left good old Czechoslovakia.  Well, it’s an Eastern Bloc country so we could technically buy a bike, but none except Vespas (pussy bikes) were for sale.  We tried to rent a Honda (don’t hate us!) but were told that they only rented to “experienced” riders!  Perhaps our 11,000 mile ride around North America last summer is nothing compared to riding around loser European countries that are smaller than Rhode Island!  F’ing Commies - you’ll hear from our congresswoman!

So, once again we hopped on a train (thanks for the Eurorail passes Budweiser, but next time can they be higher than “4th class/standing/with luggage?”) and headed for Austria. Not just anywhere in Austria, but VIENNA, BABY!  That’s right, and even though Stacy is a vegetarian (Indian word for “lousy hunter”), she’s on the lookout for Vienna Sausages and says that only size matters!   Classical music, 12th century buildings, women that want to learn English (if you know what we mean!) - Folks, you don’t have to be Einstein (born in Vienna) to get drunk on Budweiser here, but knowing that E=mc2 definitely impresses the bartenders…

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Kevin walking on royal rose petals in Prague (as he should!)                 If you know how this clock works call Timex!

      
Let's see - 0.5 litres of Budwesier for 50 Czech Crowns.              Stacy going to Vienna after 25 litres of Budwesier!