Go, Go Chunky Monkey !!

Chapter 2: Chunky Monkey is Grumpy
Saturday morning, 5:30 am. Rough night, didn’t sleep well, I roll over and look at Diane. She immediately starts. “I fucking hate this course.” She had pre-rode the TT loop with Amy and I, despite not racing the TT. Diane continues “oh, my god I have never seen so many logs, what are they crazy? I’m gonna have to run the entire lap.” Diane has obviously been up for a bit and thinking about this. I try to calm her, “honey. The course it tight and twisty, it’s Rudy the rabbit kinda stuff, you ride well in the tight and twisty. She with more passion and getting increasing loud, “this is gonna suck so bad, I don’t even want to race.” Realizing that everyone camping with in a 3 mile radius can probably here her, I say emphatically, “can you whisper? How’s about using your camping voice for a few minutes.” She says the line that a woman totally stressed about her race, at 5:30 in the morning can say very easily “fuck the camp voice, this sucks I don’t want to do this, why am I here 10 weeks ago I wasn’t even riding my bike.” I hope to take away her audience and slip out of the tent to hide in the portolet for a few minutes. Luckily, Diane falls back to sleep. Hours later, FFAmy would report that she could hear monkey bitching despite wearing ear plugs in her tent.