Needed to get the money makers tuned so we rode to the
I ain't much in Hutch
Back Cracker and I tuned the monies by riding out to Hutch for the crit. I flatted on the way there, got 'er going, the the sprinkles came, then the rain. Ducked into a public golf course club house, rang up P-Cakes for the team car. Clicked off about 45 miles before that.
The squeeze and I made it home for the last 50 laps of Pocono. Happy to see the 24 where he belongs, in the garage and out of the top-ten. FedEx homie delivers the W for the first time.
I'm a little lucky, my sponsorship commitments are reduced a little this week, just in time too, NVGP starts this week.
Here's what spoils my cookies:
You go to the grocery store, see that yogurt is on sale and the only ones left are the reject flavors such as Homemade apple pie. Since when does apple pie come in yogurt form? Doesn't pie come in pie form?
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