Monday, March 1, 2010

Froze Toes 2010

Which one of these is not like the others?

In a surprising turn of events, the Mystery Machine pointed west early yesterday and brought Chief, Guapo, and Chump to of all places: a road race. But not just any road race: Froze Toes! The stupid, windy, cold, too-far-to-drive, crashfest race where all the area roadies start their season's gamefacing shenanigans of trying to drop you at registration with a quick gay-bar stare. If that doesn't work and you're still on their wheel, they'll try in the public grade school's shitter while squeezing out their nervous bowel syndrome of granola and whole-wheat garlic pasta. Neither worked on Heckawee and Heckawee in fact had a pretty damn good time out there at that horrible race.

Chump raced the P,1,2,3s and held on for dear life in a heavy wind as the group put in a monster effort to chase done the leaders that got away to start lap 2. In the end, he got what he came for and finished in the group.

Chief put in a stellar effort in the Masters which included pulling the group along finished with the group.

Here's a picture of Guapo, tucked in with gameface and all, in the 3-4s. He held on and finished in back of the group.

Results

In other news from the weekend: Molteni is recovering from a fever & the Prof popped the Lieutenant's cherry on Cedar Lake Trail (details are certainly not needed) & the Coach is still training.

1 comment:

  1. Guapo certainly enjoyed the gay-bar stare-downs in the boys' room. He's now ready for both the Rouge and whitey-tighty night at Laffitte and Exile!

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