My Sick Dog, PWC, and Newark Brewfest...

Riley Roo…

Fuck. My dog is sick. Almost lost him Tuesday, then a major surgery and almost lost him yesterday. Good news is he is doing much better. 75% better the doctor said. I get to see him Friday at 10:00. Been a tough week emotionally for me, shit I don’t have kids, they aren’t in our future, I have dogs, and I love them very much. Like I said been a really tough week this week for Diane and I, good news is I think we are turning the corner. Fucking aye. Riley will be the 10 million dollar dog by the time this is done. Worth every freaking cent, if it means he is out of pain, and will have a longer, more fun life…

People’s World Championships…

I try to hit this ride once a month or so, it usually means I have to leave work early to make it happen, so I try not to take advantage of my good work situation. Anyway, I pulled into the lot only to see the pelotone heading out. FUCK. I got dressed quickly and TTed down 896 to meet the group. Is it bad it I pegged my heart rate at 175 before I caught the group? I saw them on the cemetery bridge and spun around. Billy V, local legend came flying by and I grabbed his wheel. It was hot, and Billy looked a bit like a cooked turkey on thanksgiving. He pulled me up to George who in turn got me into the main group. This was the 3rd time I’ve done this ride this year, the previous 2 times, I was dropped. Tonight none of the really bad mofo’s were here, just the bad mofo’s. Heading up 896 and on Porter Road, Disco Dave tried to find someone to dance with him. Dave and Christian had a two step maybe 25 yards up from the group. The Yinger yelled at the pack, but everyone ignored him. The main pack kinda all looked at each other, kinda like, okay whose willing to bury themselves? This happened a lot. Despite that fact that it was against my plan to suck wheel all night and do no work, I jumped to bridge the gap with surprisingly not abrasive Matt in tow. After Kirkwood and on 71 I found myself at the front again with Matt. I was thinking, dumb ass get off the front, surprisingly not abrasive Matt, was very kind and didn’t leave me hang out on the front at all. I shuffled back as Tierney, and Dave Hall took pulls at the front. Ying yelled at us all again. Erik, who I guess is the new guy rode strong. Ying flatted, (must have been Karma) and the group was kinda splintered. Disco Dave seemed a little frustrated he couldn’t find a dance partner and I think he bailed. Spencer, Christian, surprisingly not abrasive Matt, Erik and I kept tempo and the front and finished together. I think there was a sprint, I think Christian got it, but I was hanging on to Spencer’s wheel for dear life, and may have missed it. I made it to the end with out getting dropped. Yeah, that was cool, but a little hollow, although the ride was hard, it wasn’t as brutal as when the really tough mofo’s show up. Don’t get me wrong there were a couple of times when the tough mofo’s (as opposed to the really tough mofo’s) almost shelled me, but I stuck it out. It was a good night for sure. Spencer took sometime to help refresh my pace line skills, and to keep my pulls fluid. Spencer is an ace and the advice was much appreciated. I just don’t do the amount of pack riding I used to. Back at Peoples we rode in to find Dave Hall, who is super cool, Billy V, too cool for words and George, another cool guy, having a post ride refreshment. Billy gave me a Dr. Pepper, it was great.


Newark Beer Fest…
Damn, Diane and I went to Newark tonight to find the brewfest, but couldn’t find it anywhere. So we ended up at Iron Hill Brewery where we drank a little too much and had an excellent plate of nachos. Excellent. No brewfest, but what the hell…

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