Jingle Cross non-report
I'll get a race report or something going soon, but I'm just going to have to face the truth: I'm not as dedicated a blogger as (dis)pencer (who brought his computer to blog in the wireless hotel), or Super Rookie (who somehow cajoled HotPinkEvil into guest-blogging). You can already read partial race reports at their blogs. But I'm OK with that.
Anyway, one of the really cool parts of my weekend was the Saturday night townie ride through Iowa City and Coralville. Hollywood and some of his hometown friends took us on a sweet tour of the area and showed us the sights - the cemetery, the golf course, the black angel, acid hill. Amanda was there, and Tater, and some other lovely Iowans that I had not met before. They were all rad, and we had a great time making our way through unfamiliar streets and trails in the dark, polishing off some pitchers at the Legion, and playing in a bonfire at JM's house before ending the night (in the early AM hours) with a pizza from Paul Revere's. Probably not the best recovery strategy after a hard race on Saturday, but I raced better on Sunday anyway. Go figure. But I'm not writing a race report yet. That'll come.
Anyway, one of the really cool parts of my weekend was the Saturday night townie ride through Iowa City and Coralville. Hollywood and some of his hometown friends took us on a sweet tour of the area and showed us the sights - the cemetery, the golf course, the black angel, acid hill. Amanda was there, and Tater, and some other lovely Iowans that I had not met before. They were all rad, and we had a great time making our way through unfamiliar streets and trails in the dark, polishing off some pitchers at the Legion, and playing in a bonfire at JM's house before ending the night (in the early AM hours) with a pizza from Paul Revere's. Probably not the best recovery strategy after a hard race on Saturday, but I raced better on Sunday anyway. Go figure. But I'm not writing a race report yet. That'll come.
posted by karla at 11:16 PM
3 Comments:
You were all rad? Man, that musta taken quite a few dime bags....
I met a woman once that got creamed by a deer once while riding her bike. All she remembers is the point that she came in contact with its furry body and then she was out until later after another bicyclist had found her laying on the ground. I think she broker her jaw or something. What scares me is when one deer crosses your path there's often another one not far behind that will be too afraid to wait for me to get by.
K--A--R-L-A!
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