Episode 150: my job as assistant cheerleading coach takes up a lot of time.


Saturday morning, Diane (monkey) and I rush out for a nice mountain bike ride with Buddy the keg breaker, Rotten Rob, and leavin' on a jet plane John. I get the the park and then realize I forgot my shoes. I hate when I do stupid shit like this. So I start heading up the road to go get my shoes and meet my ride on the other side of town, when I see this guy with huge arms climbing up the hill. I think to myself, "shit, that guy might have better luck pedalling with his arms, he's freakin' huge, he must work out or something..."

I carefully drive pass him, rushing to get home to get my shoes. Then I see a fellow coming back down the hill towards me in a rocky mountain chocolate kit. That's right folks it was these guys:

The Real Joey Thompson and older brother Justin. Back in the day Justin used to be pretty good at pushing the pedals too. Now he looks more like this, just a little less green. "you know the bitches like the cuts." I heard that somewhere. Luckily my lady likes the truffle shuffle better.

I am really proud to know all of the Thompson boys, and seeing these guys getting you know all grown up, makes me feel really old. Really old.

Saturday night Diane, Rachel, Buddy and I rolled up to West Chester for the twilight crit where we saw Fitzy, Etown, Surly Bob and his wife Jen. We saw lots of other people we knew including some of these guys, and these guys. Hell we saw a ton of people, this guy told me that he had been enjoying some much needed time off, and a couple of cold ones. I can get behind that for sure.

Cheering for Beth, my C3 cross teammate in the women's race was fun, and of course for The Real Joey Thompson, Dan (ddub) and Blair Blair in the pro men's race was sweet. This was the third year I have gone to spectate this race, last night looked like the hardest yet. Big props to all the folks listed above, and to everyone who put on a great show for my fat slow ass. It was a really good time.

while at the race I had an ice cream cone, it was moose tracks, and the girl at the place never gave me an option for anything but a waffle cone. A number of folks saw me eating a waffle cone, and gave me the stink eye. Seriously folks, the girl at the window never gave me a choice, and for the record, despite being one of the better waffle cones I have had, it still failed to compare to a good old sugar cone.

Got out to Fairhill today, killer group, really kicked my ass, I stacked it once really good too. That one might leave a mark in the morning, finished the loop in a solid 2:47, much drier today.

Zombie patrols seem to be going well. I will admit despite being in the pain cave all day today, I really had fun. The clear effort of the promoters to remove zombies, and to cover as much ground as possible in the race is really appreciated. It should be a good time next week.

stay in school.

respect.

fm