Really, the last 30 seconds are the best 30 seconds:
We went grocery shopping and picked up their CSA box at a farm just out of town. Then Jen took me out to the Weary Traveller for dinner. Delicious salad with fried veggies, lemonade and dark atmosphere.
Quaint coffee makers. Vintage electric fixtures, loud toilet, radiators with covers you can sit on. So midwest. Fresh cut grass, streets made rough by season after season of snow and ice.
Huge dogs. Now most may know, I don’t really like dogs. Or babies for that matter. Besides cats, polar bears and dolphins, I scowl at most other animals. But huskies are a different story. I am a friend of the husky. And the dachshund for that matter.
So I forced this big one to lug my bike boxes downstairs. Thanks Obi!
Check out this piece of cross history:
“Winter 1985/1986 to SAVERDUN in ARIEGE: I got a cold championship UNSS by Régis duros I met 2 minutes 30 minutes of racing, admire the style hog to break plate with the mouth open bonus.”
And this; price-less.
“I was a cadet 1 in 1986 and j’escaladais and only the famous climb up the circuit, the tree is always elsewhere. David and Hugo: please do not laugh.
Published by Lawrence at 23:06
David Mauhourat said …
Oh la la la! How do you want mean it! But I admit that I am impressed. 40 years older and always hard! Hey hey. I’m joking of course.
September 23 2008 19:21
Lawrence said …
You have the right course, especially as you go t’esclafer by reading more: I arrived with david ferrari sprint but I fell 200 meters from the line in the ditch filled with water ice due to board that was placed before me. It was at least 0 ° c
September 23 2008 20:41
Anonymous said …
That’s not funny. You would have been pissed for ever with the cyclo cross.
Blogs in other languages are sooooo much better. So I’ll take to copying the content and putting on my site because well, as you know. My site is less exciting than older French men recounting their cadet racing days.
My coach beat Lance which really is the most important thing.
Looked like fun. Everyone was there.
Except me. (and Tristan Schouten).
Jen and Dan’s house is nice. They are selling it and planning on moving soon. (rumors and details to come.) I brought them some Stumptown coffee and we bought another pound cause yes, it will all get used this weekend.