Mark is fond of saying "it's never too late to DNF." Sunday was the WORS event at Kewaskum so I brought my C- game. I don't know how I pushed a 36x23 last year because half a lap into the event I found the 32x22 too tall. As I came through the serpentine section at the bottom of the hill I rounded the a corner and found Jarred Collier already sitting under an awning. I pulled over and took a break and he suggested that I "do what I gotta do." So I sucked it up and tried one more lap hoping it would get better. No such luck. B Matter caught me after the top of the ski hill and it gutted me. I didn't want to spend the next two laps letting people by me so I threw in the towel.
F'ing lawn chairs
The weekend before was the Fete de Marquette just down the street. It wasn't quite close enough to hear the music from the upstairs windows but one could tell there was a fete just a couple blocks away. I saw the pair of Lawn Chairs and noticed the seat bag was bigger than the wheels. I kept my observation silent and listened to the band.
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