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7/11/06

40 days and 40 nights

Giro D'kota Tek #1:
Got into a 6-rider break and was able to hold on to win the final kick and up the streak to eight. Dig that.

In the "why would you ever do this" category: P-cakes, T, E-rock, and I were out for a warmup ride when I noticed one of these is not like the other. P-cakes decided that he would pin his number on the left side of his jersey. Now, it was one of the best pin jobs I've ever seen, I was quite impressed. But for this night of roundy rounds proper placement of the number was on the right side of the jersey. As we were riding along, P-cakes finds it necessary to proceed to take his helmet off followed by his jersey, unpin his number, then repin the damn thing on the correct side, and for a grand finally put damn jersey back on. All while riding mind you. That Pat, quite the trickster.

40 fast approaching days left.

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