203: I want you around

This picture hangs in the room where the seat us each week at the EL JEFE:

The waitress explained to me that it is a poster for one of the cooks favorite soccer teams. I think they put it up just for us, because it is so awesome.

Velonews.com contacted me this week.
They asked me to work for them as a free lance reporter at the USGP in Trenton.
Ken , who has been supportive of my race report work, referred them to me.

I was pretty excited, pretty honored. What an outstanding opportunity.
In the end, I declined.

My plate has been pretty full this year.
Frankly, I was really looking forward to racing, drinking and hanging out this weekend.

I hear there is a pretty fine brewery in Princeton...

During my tussle with the beach at beacon I cut my nose. Since then I have hit it every time I dry my hair, scratch my eyebrow, touch my face. What was once a non visible little cut is now a nice mark that has people asking me if I’ve been punched during a killer b race or something. No, just a left over from my wrestling match with the beacon beach.

History tells us in the DCCoD, that as we move locations and lose day light, our practices tend to become smaller, and more intimate. Such was the case last week when we had just 5 hearty souls show up to Recreation Area Y for our weekly therapy session.

Last night, was the exception to this rule as we had a huge group. The crowd included: Troop (the Belgian work horse), CZ, Rotten, Monkey, Breyla-la, Jill, President Ryan, Scooter, Jebalicous, L-Web, Adam (newt), Auer, Monkey, Jan, RBB, Gavigan the MILF hunter, Benny da Jewler, Jamie, and I'm sure I'm missing someone. It was a very fun practice.

On one of the efforts I was hanging onto Auer's wheel like I wanted to steal it, and managed to stay there until we finished up. Auer looks over at me and comments, "that was a pretty good effort." Not breathing heavy, no effort really expended. I smile and mutter quietly through very labored breaths, "fuck you man..."

With that last gasp of effort, I fell over and passed out.

Just before the start of another effort, we found L-Web on the ground. Immediately everyone was looking around for Gavigan thinking he had flattened another mother. Alas, L-Web was fine and had just twisted her ankle a little funny.

I will say taco attendance was down a bit tonight. I did have a wonderful Chorizo burrito and a couple of these to help the throbbing pain coming from legs:

thanks for reading.

respect.

fatmarc