granogue.

I'm moving there.

who else is in?


went to do some hardcore, elite, digging deep spectating this weekend.

had a ball.

I saw a cross race for the first time (ow. it looks like it hurts). saw wes and amy race for the first time. met sam and meg in person. hung with buddy and rachel. caught up with mark and the monkey. ran into dieter and did some grab-assing with rotten rob. (I'm not going to talk about me trying to fix the kids' race for my homeboy on the redline. nope. I'm not going to talk about that at all....)

the weather was amazing the scenery was gorgeous (dahling) and my ass...as usual...

fantastic. (KIDDING!!!! I have a ghetto booty and I think we all know it by now)

sam did some great work for HERA. the winner of the raffle, very graciously, donated their winnings back to the cause. good stuff.

meg said I was pretty (and looked surprised to do so). I told her she's an awful liar but made her hug me anyway.

wes forgot how to shift ;-)

rob's nipple tasted funny.

someone handed me a PBR.

rachel told Oqui the beard HAS TO GO! (and also pointed out the gray in it) we almost had to arm wrestle. that man's beard is teh hawtness.

amy rode hard and looked good doing it.

the monkey and faticus showed me how to scrum and cheer at the run-up (guess who taught what).

I counted 43 porn star mustaches...

and Kim and frank managed to elude me.

(they'll pay for that.)


besides a great time and a fun outing...I got one other thing from watching those races...


I went for a ride the next day, and rode my little heart out. I pretended I was racing. (I also pretended that I wouldn't be lapped 8 minutes in). I pedaled up hills I've never even considered before...

I did it in granny gear.

but I did it.

I think I'll go watch another race this weekend, too.