Weird, sort of hostile spectators and no beer.
No wonder, considering what the place used to be, and what it will be soon.
It matters not. I got a puncture halfway thru the last lap, but was well on my way to a solid mid-pack finish if I was right in counting the number of wobbly fat guys I'd been able to get by in the first few times around.
This is my favorite picture of me racing because you can't see my gut or the snot caked to my face.
I will, I will, I will finish next Sunday.
Here's my buddy Ben having a little taste.
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Tomorrow's package will guarantee race completion.
You could do Ben a favor and straighten him out with regard to brake lever positioning. That just looks so wrong.
Or maybe he has 10" fingers.
Actually, I neglected to mention that homey had just crashed and bent his bars/levers all to shit and that's why they look like that.
That's his second pair of bars in two weeks. Poor bugger.
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