I'm a tad slow with this blog thingy. Too much time writin' for wages. I see the blank screen and this deep sort of panic sets in. Ack.
But, I can do pictures. Pictures are good.
I was trying to explain the Surf City mayhem to someone on the local group ride. You mean, you went to a race but you didn't do it? Well, yes. Haven't you ever noticed when you've gone to a bike race that there are people at the race who aren't actually racing? They're doing stuff like running around with results sheets and entering reg info and directing traffic.
Me? I was all over the traffic directin'. There was a football game, and the football people wanted to know all about the bike race.
Hey, that doesn't look like a road bike. Very astute of you, young man.
How long is the race? Um, Long?
Then, some kids tried to sell John their skateboard for 100 bucks. Where do you skate? Santa Cruz. Uh-huh. Getting the locals only shtick down early. Good show.
I tried to explain to my group ride partner how funny bike racing is when crossed with Halloween. It's very very funny. Especially when beverages are involved. Who knew there were so many cross-dressin' bike racers out there? Hmm, did I want to know that? Maybe not, but it sure was funny. I think I wasn't doing so good with the explaining part, though, because the SB locals weren't seein' it. Me? I'm giggling. Them? They're looking a little confused. Maybe a few pics would help...
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