This blog will be about the weekend's cyclocross race.
We started by driving to Philadelphia Friday night. We ate Pad Thai in the car, we brought our own cock sauce, they should really put that stuff in packets. The drive was really short cause I fell asleep and left John to drive on his own.
Saturday morning Gary made us coffee using the coffee he bought that came in a package with a skull and cross bones on it. It said it was "gaurenteed to win races." I dont know who made this stuff, but I felt kind of buzzed on it. That was paired with the peanutbutter bagel and a banana.
We drove to the race and only got lost once for maybe 10 minutes. We asked some dude for directions and his dog slobbered all over John's car.
There was a lot of rain and some bike racing.
I only had one pair of shoes with me, and I really hate having wet feet, this was not sweet. We sat in the car and watched dudes try to get out of the parking area while debating if the walk to the finish was worth the 19 dollars that John may or may not have won. He guilt tripped me into walking with him. It was pouring. They were out of free coffee too!!
I had a falling down moment on the way back to philadelphia. We went to the gas station and it was my turn to pump/pay. I couldnt get my damn card to work in the first pump, so I had John pull forward to the next one. There were gas lines and people waiting. We pulled up and it wouldnt work in that one either. Then I was ready to quit and just go to another station, but I ended up losing the gas cap somehow (VW"s have some hokey slot on the cap that you slide onto the tank door). John found the cap in the parking lot and this lady with worse teeth than mine got my card to work. I lied and told her I was from New Jersey and I had never pumped gas before. Total lie.
We ate more Pad Thai in philly in some yuppie resteraunt that John probably liked. How do you ask a cute waitress for the cock sauce? We had to buy coffee that was NOT gaurenteed to win races.