More Minneapolitan Excitement
Tonight's crit was fast and painful, but blessedly dry in comparison to last year (scroll down, couldn't get just a picture link alone, sorry).
And, being a big important stage of a big important race and everything, there were plenty of gossip-worthy moments. For example the call-up situation that got totally botched, and the Theresa Moriarty fan in the crowd who started freaking out (which is the main theme of this blog post, btw) and yelling at Dave Towle to hold everything because Theresa couldn't move up to the front of the start line or whatever. There was plenty more, BUT:
I am going to tell you about the drive home instead. Sharon is driving, with Jill riding shotgun/manning air and radio controls, and Katie, Hannah, Marni and I are piled in back text messaging all our friends and advising Jill how to make us more comfy with her controls please.
BTW this is a Chevy Impala sedan (which Lisa is referring to as "black beauty" or something).
Sharon starts singing along to the White Wing Dove song on the radio (the Stevie Nicks one) as I am simultaneously texting a friend about how cool all my teammates are. I ask Sharon to please stop singing so as not to make a liar out of me regarding the coolness.
Marni mourns the fact that her iPod has been on since the afternoon by accident and is out of batteries so she can't drown out the karaoke routine with her earphones.
Katie rolls down her window and tosses out her gum.
A cop pulls out behind us. Right behind us.
I freak out and duck since I think 4 of us in a back seat is technically illegal and that's gotta be why we're in trouble.
Katie freaks out and wonders how to lie about her litterbugging actions from just a second ago because that's gotta be why we're in trouble.
Hannah doesn't freak out and tells Sharon turns onto a side street.
Marni tells Katie to say it was an apple core instead of gum because that's biodegradable and thus technically not littering.
Cop follows and turns on lights and sirens. We pull over and dude gets out of his cop car and walks over.
Jill freaks out because he has his gun!
And the rest is anticlimactic. Apparently we were doing 45 in a 30, on top of that you aren't supposed to have so many girls in one car, there was no mention of littering so Katie was off the hook, Sharon did a good job of being calm and giving the cop subtle hints that we are bike racers, and ultimately we got off with a warning. Oh, and the gun turned out to be his flashslight.
Major phew.
Tomorrow is the Mankato stage. Check back here for stories...
And, being a big important stage of a big important race and everything, there were plenty of gossip-worthy moments. For example the call-up situation that got totally botched, and the Theresa Moriarty fan in the crowd who started freaking out (which is the main theme of this blog post, btw) and yelling at Dave Towle to hold everything because Theresa couldn't move up to the front of the start line or whatever. There was plenty more, BUT:
I am going to tell you about the drive home instead. Sharon is driving, with Jill riding shotgun/manning air and radio controls, and Katie, Hannah, Marni and I are piled in back text messaging all our friends and advising Jill how to make us more comfy with her controls please.
BTW this is a Chevy Impala sedan (which Lisa is referring to as "black beauty" or something).
Sharon starts singing along to the White Wing Dove song on the radio (the Stevie Nicks one) as I am simultaneously texting a friend about how cool all my teammates are. I ask Sharon to please stop singing so as not to make a liar out of me regarding the coolness.
Marni mourns the fact that her iPod has been on since the afternoon by accident and is out of batteries so she can't drown out the karaoke routine with her earphones.
Katie rolls down her window and tosses out her gum.
A cop pulls out behind us. Right behind us.
I freak out and duck since I think 4 of us in a back seat is technically illegal and that's gotta be why we're in trouble.
Katie freaks out and wonders how to lie about her litterbugging actions from just a second ago because that's gotta be why we're in trouble.
Hannah doesn't freak out and tells Sharon turns onto a side street.
Marni tells Katie to say it was an apple core instead of gum because that's biodegradable and thus technically not littering.
Cop follows and turns on lights and sirens. We pull over and dude gets out of his cop car and walks over.
Jill freaks out because he has his gun!
And the rest is anticlimactic. Apparently we were doing 45 in a 30, on top of that you aren't supposed to have so many girls in one car, there was no mention of littering so Katie was off the hook, Sharon did a good job of being calm and giving the cop subtle hints that we are bike racers, and ultimately we got off with a warning. Oh, and the gun turned out to be his flashslight.
Major phew.
Tomorrow is the Mankato stage. Check back here for stories...
Labels: enjoy the blog, racing, shaz, Team VAC
posted by Courtenay at 6/22/2007
1 Comments:
it all sounds very very exciting courtenay. what's even more exciting is that i am counting down the days until i call you. because we have lots to catch up on--LOTS. and only a limited amount of time to do so. (that's part of the lots, in case you didn't catch the subtle reference.)
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