183: california potato chips

This is the apple fritter:

For about the last year or so the apple fritter has taken the place of the Boston Cream as my favorite donut. I will admit that this started out purely as economics. You see the apple fritter is considerably more voluminous than the regular donut. From a cost averaging standpoint, you get more bites for your buck. What started out as perhaps just an affair or a fling, or perhaps a donut of convenience turned into a full blown love affair. That’s right the apple fritter in my new main squeeze when it come to donuts.

Now recently I was in a WAWA and they had something called a vanilla fritter. First let me say that anytime you get a donut from WAWA you’re taking your life in your own hands, donut-wise. The freshness can’t always be guaranteed, and sometimes I think they end up with stale donuts to start with. That being said, I saw the vanilla fritter, and understood that from a flavor standpoint I enjoy vanilla far more than apple, I figured this was a great opportunity for growth, donut-wise.
At this point I will remind you all of the risk reward principle: The greater the risk, the greater the potential reward, and of course the opposite side of that coin, the greater the risk, the greater the potential for complete and utter failure. In this case, utter failure was the end result. First and foremost, I think the vanilla fritter was a month old. Crunchy donuts are never good, next the flavor was just bad. So bad in fact that I had to chuck the damn thing after just two bites. From a dollar cost averaging standpoint, I just went broke. You know donut-wise.
Perhaps it’s karma. Once I made the change from Boston Cream to Apple Fritter, I should have stayed the course. Perhaps I need to stay focused and practice donut monogamy. To top my donut heart break a frickin’ fruit fly dive bombed my coffee this morning and is doing the back stroke in there. Floaters in coffee are always a bad thing. No risk-reward principle here folks, floaters in coffee are always a losing proposition.

Wednesday mornings the car looks like this: Sure it means I have to get up 15 minutes earlier to load the car, but for the betterment of mankind, or at least the DCCoD- it's totally worth it. We’ll call it the mini-cross kit.

All that equipment on a Wednesday does make for a fun night on the bike. Of course I got all this stuff in the car and of course forgot my shoes. Thankfully, Monkey brought them for me.

It would suck to have shown up with all the stuff and not be able to ride. Diane forgot her helmet but CZ saved the day.

During drills I finally nailed down a wrong side high speed dismount and remount. First time ever. Of course E-town wasn’t there to see it, or dissect it, but I was pretty happy. Perhaps I was a little too exuberant as Tom (papa smurf) yelled to me “Yeah, your great now shut up and do another 20 sets of barriers maggot !" And Noogie looked at me and yelled, “CUBS WIN!! CUBS WIN !!!” I was a little scared at that one, I guess I’ll have to keep my little celebrations to myself.

Smaller group at practice tonight. Three DCCoDers presented me doctor’s notes prior to the gathering, others may have detention if they don’t have written notes from the parents next week. We run a tight ship over here…

Rob (scooter) actually wrapped up part of his meal and took it home this week. I personally was shocked. Gavigan however, was inspired by Scooter’s eating abilities last week, spent the last three days fasting to take on “the pot” this week. He did not disappoint and cleaned the damn thing. He was working hard, as the sweat on his brow offered the evidence of his effort, but he did it. Truly amazing feats of eating.

El Jefe loves us, or hates us. If this was a porn blog this would be the money shot:

thanks to Dennisbike for the practice shots.

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