Gettin' up in the morning, walking over to IHOP, being greeted by the lovely Lisa (a Southern Belle for sure), and it turns out, all my best friends in the whole wide world happen to be eating at the same place too. Small world, ain't it!
Hot and humid, cold and rainy, just wait an hour or two. Talk about green; they don't call it Greensboro for nothin'. There was still a green tinge to everything I looked at when I got back to LA.
Too much fun everyday and night to waste it sleeping so running on coffee and 4 hr sleep each day.
Bikes everywhere but you really didn't see much because you're locked into these intense conversations with your friends you only see but once every year. Bikes? I can see bikes anytime (okay, I admit it, I have lots of bikes).
Walking down the hall and what do I see but an open door and peering inside, a room full of what? BIKES of course. Well, well, well... Then the pretzels and the beer comes out and two hours later you're still standing there talking about what? BIKES of course!
And the smell of testosterone in the air at the start of the group rides; boys will be boys, right Pergo? "And then I put it in the big ring..."
Oh yeah, and people reachin' out, fingering my hair looking for little horns on my head (how'd that go Dale, Monsieur Provocateur?).
And bumper cars on the way back to the hotel... hey stop it Jan, you'll set off the airbags (the land of NASCAR isn't it?)!!!
And the feeling of awe and wonderment over the event that Dale keeps improving on year after year after year (I'm putting on my fourth out here in SoCal and can only shake my head in amazement over Dale's energy with the web site, the CR list, Le Cirque and Cycles de Oro, one of the nicest shops I have ever seen in 30 years).
ATTA BOY DALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chuck Schmidt South Pasadena, Southern California