Early Sat. morning, Nick and I piled in the car with sandwiches and the Wuca-Bear Puppy, and drove out to Boulevard, CA, for a bike race in which one of Nick's friends, Chan, was racing in. It was a GORGEOUS day. The recent rain had washed all the dust out of the air, and you could see for miles.
Here's the race sign ups. And a lot of butts. Hee. Butts.
Chan and his friend David recruited us to be their 'feeders' which fortunately is nothing like being a 'feeder fish.' But have you ever noticed that once they're suited up, all bike riders tend to look exactly alike? I'm not sure who we gave water too.
We headed down the race course to a spot just past the finish line (the riders did a couple laps) to the feed zone.
After the first lap, I decided to take a walk up the hill to the casino. I'm not adverse to peeing in the bushes when necessary (or that one time when it wasn't necessary at all, but I needed to stall some children from arriving at an ambush site too quickly, long story) but if I have the option, I'll take peeing in the casino bathroom. Which, ironically, was decorated to feel "Indian" and outdoorsy, as if you were peeing outside.
I then gambled away one dollar in the penny slots, as a thank you for the toilet paper.
The wind was blowing crazyhard. Lets just say they put these goose grinders in an effective spot.
I was almost blown off the mountain while taking this picture. It wasn't so bad when you stood still, but everytime I took a step, it felt like my legs would be blown out from under me. I think my crazy wind stagger made some passing bike riders think I was drunk.
A view from the road, not far from where I found a baggie of cocaine. I thought about adding the cocaine to David and Chan's water, for a bit of boost, but I figured then they might not stop riding after winning, and I didn't feel like picking them up somewhere in AZ.
Of course Chan did just fine without any "help." (Dupers suck!) Perhaps the tattoo of Pichacu on the back of his calf gave him luck.
After the race, we all went to the casino for the buffet dinner. They say the buffet is where you get all your gambled money back, in a sense, and that's probably true. It was one good and cheap buffet.
After dinner, Nick and I headed home, into the sunset.
Here's the race sign ups. And a lot of butts. Hee. Butts.
Chan and his friend David recruited us to be their 'feeders' which fortunately is nothing like being a 'feeder fish.' But have you ever noticed that once they're suited up, all bike riders tend to look exactly alike? I'm not sure who we gave water too.
We headed down the race course to a spot just past the finish line (the riders did a couple laps) to the feed zone.
After the first lap, I decided to take a walk up the hill to the casino. I'm not adverse to peeing in the bushes when necessary (or that one time when it wasn't necessary at all, but I needed to stall some children from arriving at an ambush site too quickly, long story) but if I have the option, I'll take peeing in the casino bathroom. Which, ironically, was decorated to feel "Indian" and outdoorsy, as if you were peeing outside.I then gambled away one dollar in the penny slots, as a thank you for the toilet paper.
The wind was blowing crazyhard. Lets just say they put these goose grinders in an effective spot.
I was almost blown off the mountain while taking this picture. It wasn't so bad when you stood still, but everytime I took a step, it felt like my legs would be blown out from under me. I think my crazy wind stagger made some passing bike riders think I was drunk.
A view from the road, not far from where I found a baggie of cocaine. I thought about adding the cocaine to David and Chan's water, for a bit of boost, but I figured then they might not stop riding after winning, and I didn't feel like picking them up somewhere in AZ.
Of course Chan did just fine without any "help." (Dupers suck!) Perhaps the tattoo of Pichacu on the back of his calf gave him luck.
After the race, we all went to the casino for the buffet dinner. They say the buffet is where you get all your gambled money back, in a sense, and that's probably true. It was one good and cheap buffet. After dinner, Nick and I headed home, into the sunset.
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