names redacted to protect the innocent

Dear Readers.

A quick non-bike racing related memory from nationals:

Standing in the parking lot outside of the Antler Village, my brother and Consorto were busting my ass pretty good. They were ripping on my "skinny jeans". I'll say, they had some good stuff. I was flustered.

Not Skinny Jeans-

In my defense I'll say that they aren't skinny jeans- maybe a little tapered, but my legs seriously aren't fitting into skinny jeans... And really, while Diane can't take responsibility for skateboard t-shirts or cardigan sweaters, she does direct my jeans purchases, so if she digs 'em I dig 'em.. see rule #1 (happy wife, happy life!)

but I digress:

We stood outside of the Antler Village and my brother and Consorto did a great job of giving me some what for... I was defenseless!

Then a buddy of mine, an attractive female buddy of mine, who shall not be named to protect the innocent, walked by and witnessed the abuse I was taking, and she threw me a life saver!

"I don't know, I think those jeans look pretty good on him!" she commented as she continued to walk towards the Village with a smile on her face.

Jaws hit the ground, and your favorite mid pack master thrust his hands in the air like he just won a training race! Victory! I might have even said out loud- "FOR THE WIN!"

We all laughed.

Later, that afternoon I shared the story with Monk. She laughed and said, "you know you totally owe her a beer. She saved your bacon- Vanderbacon!"

Indeed, she did. In an effort to protect the innocent, names have been redacted, but beer credits have been logged!

thank you for the save.

thanks for reading.

respect
fatmarc
Vanderbacon

Photo Credit: Kevin Dillard.