The Drunk West End MILF

We cyclists experience quite a few crazy sights in our travels, but at tonight's shop ride there may have been a new standard set. OK, mid 40's lady in her Range Rover pulls up to where we are congregating and says we look hot. Well, that isn't the first time someone has said that so we let it slide. She starts chatting aimlessly about biking and her million dollar house on River Road. Then she cuts off her car and pulls out a beer (one of many) the whole time complaining that her son at Collegiate drinks too much. Hmm, apple not falling too far from the tree and all. After an eternity of getting far too much of her life story, and Don Vito being given her name, number and address along with an offer to "stop by sometime for a drink" we gladly embark on our ride. A bit up River Road we see her drive by and thank our lucky stars she is out of our life. Not. As we round a bend we see her vehicle pulled over, door open and she is sitting in the road with the remains of her six pack cheering us on. As we buzz by she tumbles backwards in a drunken stupor. They say it's always 5 o'clock somewhere.