Or something.   

 

Sometimes I ask myself: what oh what could I have done to deserve a race like Sea Otter every year?  Last year we had some sort of instantaneous flood thingy, this year we had arctic winds n stuff.  It was so cold Hannah and Lara decided to race in their ValueAct BLUE FLUFFY super hot casual wear. 

Historically, Sea Otter has not been the best race for me.  Something about 80some times up this really steep hill puts a damper on the situation, but whatever. . . getting vertigo on the downhill corkscrew totally really makes up in entertainment for the suffering on the uphill.  Right?

Well I guess it’s time to play NAME THAT BOOTY for the week.  I will be at Anniston and Roswell GA so the winner can claim their prize there, or at a later date.  Oh yeah, the last winner was none other than Mr. Race-Announcer-Extraordinaire, David Towle.  The man’s got it going on . . . the voice, the brains, the charm, and the uncanny ability to recognize Dave McCook’s booty from an obscure photograph.

And I guess what I’ve learned from this photograph is that helmets really do make dents in your forehead, but they are still really important for protecting your brain cuz the pavement does not play nice.  And since RK is at Gila, what do I care anyway? I’ve got some wild nights of blogging and bad t.v. ahead of me this week!

The end.