Ed's Stumble Inn: Motivating Bar Rats to Exercise and Gamble Since 2009

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Taylor Hamby
Outside Ed's Stumble Inn
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So you've been to pub crawls, but how about a pub cycle? Ed's Stumble Inn in Fountain Valley has been hosting one for a few years now, with bicyclists stopping in for a drink there, as well as four other bars, until everyone is wobbling, resembling kids riding without their training wheels. Pay the Stumble a $10 entry fee, and you also get to play poker--each bar gives you a card, and the highest and lowest hands win at the end of the night. It's always a boozy funfest, but the iteration on May 19 was the best so far:

The folks at Johnny's Saloon in Huntington Beach (specifically bombshell bartender Panties) collaborated with the Stumble, and instead of the winners pocketing the pot, the money sent a military vet to a San Diego vacation. But the two poker winners weren't stiffed; each won a $100 bar tab at Johnny's.

Now, I despise exercise, and I fall asleep if I drink before 6 p.m., but the promise of giving a service member of our fair country a nice weekend away and visiting five bars in a few hours' time made this irresistible. I rolled up to Johnny's at noon, and the entrance to the bar was already lined with dozens of bikes--a funny sight because a row of motorcycles is a more fitting sight for the front of this dark cow-punk bar. Joe Huguenin explained the rules while participants pre-hydrated, and then we hopped on our bikes. I wonder what we looked like to passersby--stupid hipsters? A ragtag fitness group? Rehabbers? The guy carrying the dead hummingbird he found on the side of the road didn't help our cause at all.

The first stop was the Stumble, where the young-lady bartender explained the ropes: pace yourself, stick to beer and don't be the idiot who falls. For some reason, I felt as though that was going to be me. When everyone finally made it to the bar, Huguenin went around to let us draw cards. I started off strong with a queen of clubs. But before I was even done chugging, we were off.

We rode 2 miles down Magnolia Street to Fitzgerald's Pub. Despite warnings from fellow riders that my high-top Chucks were untied, I was too lazy to stop to tie them. Right on cue, my right shoelace got caught in the chain, and with each pedal forward, I became more immobile. I fell onto the sidewalk as gracefully as I could. I knew it was going to be me! I even had forewarning!



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