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I was going to post something.

But we don't have internet access at our condo.

And we have to come to a bar/lounge near our condo to get access

And there are no no smoking laws in Pennsylvania.

blech

It was fine earlier this week, because it was mostly bike racers at the hotel. Now the weekend crowd has arrived. And a lot of them smoke. At least enough of them. Actually to our tender California lungs, even one, is one too many.

So we are outside on the patio now. The connection is spotty, some boom boom music is playing at the club under the balcony, nearby kids are...um....rambunctious. And its still better than the smoke of that one cigarette that drifted our way.

Smoking is straight up nasty.
It is NOT sexy
or allurring
or dashing
or a sign of independence

its nasty
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I rode a lap of the long course.
Shit, that course is tough.

Actually, I liked it.

It had a long climb that averaged about 3%. Mmmm....diesel territory. Honk honk.

It also has a gazillion short steep climbs. Ouchie. Owwwwwww.

Michael races at 7:O'dark tomorrow morning. He's doing all the right things right now (well except for the margarita - hey...now he's drinking mine!) and resting and reading and relaxing. Unfortunately that means we are missing the gals' crit this evening. We really wanted to go...instead I hold my (empty) margarita glass up to them and wish them luck. Kick ass my feisty bellas...kick ass!!

Here's Monica sporting the Patagonia on the podium for her awesome time trial result

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Poppy'sbitch must have read Lilly's post about the disco. Guess he had some eastern euro techno moves he was saving up.



Wonder exactly what Brunhilda said to them boys.....?

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I'm hearing that the bellas at Cascade are racing all feisty like. Now thats sexy.

Go sexy bellas...and another tip of my margarita to Ryan the girl for jumping in all brave like. I can't wait to race with you again. You are going to come home a whole other rider.

feisty = sexy