way out I stopped and got a banana. My hands were kind full so I stuffed in my pocket.
I loaded the truck, got changed, bounced around, read emails in the truck, all with the banana, which by now I had forgotten about in my pocket. So following my race, I get
dressed, put on my pants, and feel something in my pocket. Hmmm, What could that
be? I ram my hand into my pants pocket only to find my completely smushed, smashed
and obliterated banana. That’s right I had a pocket full of banana baby and it looked kinda like this:

Please congratulate John Lux; your PA masters State Champion. Luxxy draws one of two reactions from people, “fucking dick” or “I love that guy” Although we don’t always see eye to eye politically, I admit I fall into the “I love the guy” category. You can count on John to give
you the straight scoop, no spin. It’s fun to hear him complain sometimes, but you can also count on him to praise a situation when due. He cares about cross and about the scene. I appreciate his honesty and integrity. He works hard and he races hard. I was super stoked for him. I am proud to count him as a friend. Love him or Hate him, he’s a crosser to the core and I admit during our race, (I raced masters today) I was battling for around 10th, I was listening to Ken announce as Luxxy and Pflug were on the back side of the hill fighting it out, and I was probably listening to the final section more than I should have been. I kept thinking in my head, “yeah, yeah Luxxy, yeah, yeah…” If you see ole Luxy, give ‘em a high five.
This is Rob Thomas (the no talent ass clown from matchbox 20):
http://myspace.com/robthomas
This is Rob Thomas (not the no talent ass clown from matchbox 20) but the, DCCoDer, cyclocrosser extraordinaire, and great teammate:
http://myspace.com/seriouslytherealrobthomas
fucking hilarious.
I will admit under normal circumstances I might have said that today’s course had just a hair more asphalt than I like in my cross courses. I might have said that it was a little faster than my usually benefits my riding style. But I’ll also say this, that after last weeks sloth fest, it felt so good to race fast, to make a bike move with momentum, and great velocity. There is something

(hey Petey, do you happen to know what time it is?)
special about standing up out of every corner, and feeling the bike take off like a rocket. Hebe and Zack put together a fantastic loop, lots of turns, a long lap, and sections of the course where you could just roll, and carry so much speed.
I’d jump out of one corner put my head down, look up and have to dive into the next, and then jump again. It was so much fun. So fluid. Damn I needed that badly. I forgot what it was like to feel fast. I was pleased with my race. I did the master’s race today simply because it was earlier and Tom and I could get home sooner. (i.e. more couch time for me) The Carlisle fairgrounds is a great venue and the course super fun. I hope I see it again soon. BTW the old guys are really fast, really fast.
To top off a great day Diane (chunky monkey), Kathleen, Amy (FFA), and Les (international man of mystery) and I all headed out to Longwood gardens to see the lights and festivities. It was pretty damn fun. Les is a huge ice skating fan, and they had a very nice little ice skating show.
The 18 year old girl with low riders and an ass slingshot sitting in front of us was just a little distracting, but not too much. For the record I would have missed that muffin top all together if Monkey hadn’t pointed that out to me. (sorry Tab no pictures this time, I learned my lesson) The night was topped off with a fine plate of crab nachos and some drinks from the Half Moon in Kennett Square. A good time was had by all.
(white gloves muddy day, oh yeah, I'm such a pimp...)
Respect
fm
7 comments:
I bet Di & Amy could've taken care of business if it came to that. I was a tiny bit disappointed that you didn't have a picture of the muffintop. But, I guess if you've seen one muffintop, you've seen 'em all ;)
There's the Chris Mayhew I know, always runnin over stuff.
Yeah, the white gloves make you pimp and the one knee warmer makes you gangsta' (jury is still out on what the pink helmet makes you, but I like it).
~Jay
yDude,
3:10 am? Please somebody get some frikin sleep. The only reason I'm up at 3:10 in the am is to change a messy gooey (not unlike squashed banana.... other than the rotten egg/burned broccoli smell)infant diaper. Please Marc, I don't care how fat(or not) you are, Don't....ever...take...sleep... for granted.
Sleepless in Mass
FM-did luxxy blow you or something?
yours, DIEter
pic of FATMARC in this month's SPOKES magazine
oh
did the little hottie have a tramp stamp?
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