meatloaf and underpants

When naughty things are done in parking lots ... life is good.

Here on the Left Coast ~ we had ourselves a cute little bike race on Sunday. Albany is sort of like a gentrified version of Berkeley. The lil' main street has 23 different flavors of eatery to choose from, but none of the grungy trustafarian nerdly-hip collegials running around reeking of intellectual pretension.

Instead, it was families with their elderlies in tow ~ walkers and moonshine. It was the almost-chic and the more than well-off in their SUVs, bedecked with stickers of GoreLiebermann and Dave Matthews.


Anyway ...

With the Jesster on the microphone blairin' out race commentary in the best spirit of PLiggett (meaning, he misidentified 2 out of 3 riders per lap), and the crowds decent enough for a Sunday afternoon stroll at the park ~ we had ourselves a little bike race. The geezer pedalins that morning was a fun affair with a nice little break of 5 rolling away from the field in the final couple laps. We of the unSafeWay didn't quite fire on all cyclinders, but we still had a man in the move and he placed well. We also took the field sprint behind - so, it was a solid effort.

In the Prosey's race after ~ it was as much of a knuckle-fest as you'd like to make it. And I likes the knuckle-fests. The Giant Starburries had about 73 riders there - so they took the right path in sending out boys on the offensive most the day. But, they also had a lot of confidence in their ability to win the field sprint ... so, they weren't riding with a huge amount of urgency in any breaks.

I went out on the attack a few hundred times and had a hoot ... shits n' giggles, yo. I actually had planned to race it like the BerryBoys, conserving in the pack - waiting for the inevitable field sprint. But, since my woman unexpectedly showed up to watch the race 20 minutes before the start, I had to switch plans and jump the peacock express.

When she comes to watch ~ the feathers are plumed out in full grandeur, baby. Gots to show my wares, you dig?

In the final couple laps, the BerryBoys were doing their best to line it up for a mad gallop. I was involved in a little good-natured bumpin' with AndyJackMaynard up near the front of the pack to pass the time as we approached the last corners. AJM is two shades nastier than his brother which makes me like him quite a bit. Near the bottom edge of the course there was a slight hesitation and I decided I'd rather kick them boys in the shins and make 'em win it the hard way then sit-in and fight for the right of position up the launchpad straightaway to the finishing turns. So, I cranked the throttle full open and went the solo dig.

Well, I was close ~ but them BerryBoys wouldn't give much of a chance and they chomped me down in the final hundred pretty easy-like. They ended up brooming the podium which, in another lifetime, would have sent me spitting all over tarnation ... but nowadays, I just smile and give them their due. They rode a solid race and deserved their fun in the sun. But, I did make the buggers earn it ~ on my terms.

and i did get rewards from the woman.