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Monday, August 15, 2005

The Mechanic's Influence


The Captain's paraphenilia

Beautiful West Virginia.... a long ways from Boulder

Billy and Myron tag team 10 White Castle Hamburgers


My ankles are swollen, the van smells like a swamp, and I haven't eaten a fruit or vegetable in over two days.... This must mean I have arrived in West Virginia!

Mad Props to Myron Billy for driving us 26 hrs straight through from Boulder to Snowshoe West Virginia. (Home of the 7th stop on the NORBA Circuit)

As a first year pro I try to jump on any train I can to get to the events. This train was manned by two full time circuit mechanics Billy Holmes, wrench for Haro and Myron Billy, wrench for Ford Cycling. Needless to say I feel like poo right now due to the fact that these guys smuggle in nothing but junk food and torture you until you give in and eat the whole bag of Swedish fish.

Stay tuned for updates from Snowshoe Mountain West Virginia....
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6 Comments:

Anonymous Chris Conrad said...

Well, at least Swedish Fish TASTES like fruit . . . sort of.
I just can't get over how much this circuit you're on is looking like a band on tour. You try to stay disciplined and work on your craft. And then, just like being in a band, some tech guy or roady comes along, and the next thing you know, you've eaten more processed sugar in 2 hours than you normally consume in a year.
BEWARE THE TECH GUYS!
Uncle Chrispy

3:28 PM  
Blogger Jeff Kerkove said...

Heck, that food looks like 99% of the food consumed by solo endurance racers at a 24 hour event. Burp.

5:36 PM  
Blogger Mom said...

You don't have me fooled! You've always had the sweet tooth of your G'pa Martin and Mom! Aren't Swedish Fish a favorite of ours???? Was it really "torture" to succumb? Welcome to West Virginia!

Your Swedish Fish lovin' Mama!

3:45 AM  
Blogger mtnmcnett said...

"...but mom, the older boys TRICKED me into doing it!"

2:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The road to hell is paved with "Red 40" Nick. Check out the ingredients in any of your favorite 'health foods', like Twizzlers, M&M's, and yes, Swedish Fish. Yup, there it is.

The good news? Red 40 is like EPO, only legal. Last year on the GDR I ate a bag o' swedish fish every day for over two weeks straight. Can't possibly be bad for you with sort of endorsement, right?

Keep on truckin'

Mike C

7:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I enjoyed the comments from uncle chrispy! Mom took the words out of my mouth. I don't think they had to do a whole lot of twisting your arm for you to eat a whole bag of Swedish Fish!! Remember, our Mother is a secretly aspiring Candy Store owner!
Love ya,
Sis

9:05 PM  

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