anthony dickson is the great white salami
eating a doughnut for breakfast. and some smacking coffee. damn, that's good coffee. colonel fitztroy's blend. you can buy direct from zoka's.....but don't! buying from me is almost a 10% savings! can't put an email up on this cause then it'll get spammed with all sorts of crap. not like at my old blog where it wasn't indexed by google and was essentially by invite only.
big weekend. star crossed was saturday night. but first, i went to the doctor. i had a gigantic blister growing over some old (about a month) road rash that had some folks worried. i called the consulting nurse on friday and she said that i should get into urgent care cause it could be inftected. it wasn't. in fact, it obviously wasn't. no redness around the blister. (i had no idea how to tell). so, essentially, the consulting nurse didn't ask a critical question and i wasted three hours and a lot of money (i have only catastrophic insurance). damn. breakfast was at the costal kitchen. i like the hazelnut pancakes.
star crossed. we didn't arrive until 615 or so. in time to see part of the masters a race. before the pro race. we didn't venture much past the beer garden. next year i'll do some watching from up on the top of the burm. you can see most of the race from there. the view in the beer garden is good, but there's a lot that happens in the rest of the course. the deckerator won. again. he didn't start in the front group. but he rode across a smart gap to get there. and then pulled back barry wicks (see his race face bio)who looked to be riding away from the rest. and then he smacked wicks down who barely edged out a charging kabush. that was an awesome shoulder to shoulder sprint. ah yeah! get terry's write up and a picture of carl's big check here.
to bring ourselves down, we drank ravenswood zinfandel and watched absolutely fabulous. i went to bed drunk.
sunday was shopping for the apartment day. went to target. yuk.
meeting last night to decide on the team for next year. the few, the proud, the guys with no life outside of racing.
big weekend. star crossed was saturday night. but first, i went to the doctor. i had a gigantic blister growing over some old (about a month) road rash that had some folks worried. i called the consulting nurse on friday and she said that i should get into urgent care cause it could be inftected. it wasn't. in fact, it obviously wasn't. no redness around the blister. (i had no idea how to tell). so, essentially, the consulting nurse didn't ask a critical question and i wasted three hours and a lot of money (i have only catastrophic insurance). damn. breakfast was at the costal kitchen. i like the hazelnut pancakes.
star crossed. we didn't arrive until 615 or so. in time to see part of the masters a race. before the pro race. we didn't venture much past the beer garden. next year i'll do some watching from up on the top of the burm. you can see most of the race from there. the view in the beer garden is good, but there's a lot that happens in the rest of the course. the deckerator won. again. he didn't start in the front group. but he rode across a smart gap to get there. and then pulled back barry wicks (see his race face bio)who looked to be riding away from the rest. and then he smacked wicks down who barely edged out a charging kabush. that was an awesome shoulder to shoulder sprint. ah yeah! get terry's write up and a picture of carl's big check here.
to bring ourselves down, we drank ravenswood zinfandel and watched absolutely fabulous. i went to bed drunk.
sunday was shopping for the apartment day. went to target. yuk.
meeting last night to decide on the team for next year. the few, the proud, the guys with no life outside of racing.
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