I know I dropped the T but if'n weren't for Russell I'd have been more of a spectator than I was. Meetin' Russell's wife was Special. It was great to be part of the posse powering her H8 to the win. Walls was in rare form. Astride his new El Mariachi with gears he was struggling to keep pace on the tailwind section. At the turn around a Hamms and Doritos gave him the fuel to sit on my wheel as long as I kept the pace around 13mph. It's the only time I've been stronger than him and I wasn't going to gloat while he was suffering. Now is slightly different, but I'm sure it had something to do with planetary alignment and not the 42x18 on the TriCross Russell loaned me. He'll be back to making me suffer in no time. The awards afterward was quite the to-do with everyone getting something. In my case it was another Sun-Ringle flask. Very cool 'cuz now on road trips I can have a flask for me and a flask for everyone else to share.
After all the schwag was unloaded we headed over to Glass Nickle Pizza for a pair of pies and fluids. I can't have alcohol for a while so Russell matched me water for Cherry Cokes while Rick and Angela had some barley pops. Rick's eye lids were getting the upper hand and he couldn't muster the strength to keep them up so they put the sunset at their backs and headed east to Milwaukee. I went to bed.
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