Monday, September 5, 2005


buddy crushing out the last lap

I roll in from my 3rd lap, after turning myself inside out on that bastard final climb. I pull into the transition area, but Dan the man is no where to be found. I start screaming, "Dan the man! Dan the man !!" In all 16 races 24hr races I have done we have never missed a transition. I start to panic, I mean Fitzy was standing there; Jeff was standing there, where the hell is Dan? Then out of the porto let, like Clark Kent changing into Superman, flying out of a phone booth I see Dan blast the door open and charge out of the Porto let, as he rushes over to me, takes the baton and flies onto the course.
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