Words to follow at some unforeseen point in the starry future.
Sitting on plastic bags in cold rivers works wonders for the legs, and the spirit.
Super excited to race!
I loved this short, steep climb. Just power up it real fast and then be on your merry little way. Oh, and if you get a chance, rip some other girl's legs off in the process.
From one generation to the next, nothing tells a story like experience.
Woot. Woot. Where's Janey Girl?
Campmor photo shoot. Thanks, Patty.
In white hot pursuit. We stayed together the entirety of this glorious run, with York, finishing seconds ahead. What a blast!
A-W-K-W-A-R-D.
Woot, woot to Willy.
And E. Either she is lost in the trance of some music in a shady disco joint somewhere, or she just pulled in for a win.
After xc and sd we really just needed to race that pig somewhere and call it a day.
So, we signed Adam Craig's birthday card. I think I left something silly on there, like my phone number, who knows these days. Anything is possible.
Al reuniting with a bud, Ethan, from her training camp in Switzerland.
Easy E revving the Super D at Windham. Photo courtesy of Cyclingnews.
Off to race the SICK BIRD Super D course at Windham.
No, Ellen did not biff. We had to start the race by laying down, hopping up, and then executing a somersault at some point before reaching our bikes. Nice tuck-n-roll, E.
Remnants from Mt. Snow. Thanks, Art.
E needs glasses and a headlamp to read the toll charge card on the thruway. That's ok.
How far are you willing to go for a green card?
That far?
Dinner glam shot number two: "The Bomb Scare"
Laundry time/leg soak spot=psychedelic suds=drug week commencement activities.
Need I say anything more...
Dar and E reminiscing.
