A Double Downer's Grove

Quick update with pics later this week:

Kelly-8th

I got in a break for a while and then I was done for the day. No I did not crash out.
Big crash in the end, taking down Tina Pic and Jen Mccrae. No cheerwines went down.
Congrats to Theresa Cliff-Ryan who will now be known forever in another "fringe" sport.

Southern Style Humor Pt 1 Bank of America Crit

Seen at two different locations.

We could hardly get a warm up in with the autographing and interviewing and posing. What a life!
Days Inn= no place to put your bike. Take note, this is the closet. We had our wheels under the sink.

Ha ha this is so goofy and silly. You can tell we don't drink very often.


Once we told these guys we raced for CHeerwine, they wanted to chill with us. True!

Here we are keeping the peace with Charlotte's Bike Cop Brigade. They were so hospitable to us; entertaining us with stories of solving crimes by bike, letting us handcuff random strangers and taking their pictures and they even tried to help us find some beer late at night (!) They don't call her CHarm for nothing!

What would a blog entry be without some compromising pic of Charm? Here she is A) temporarily paralyzed because she got a whiff of someone's chammy to the right of her head, B) playing dead so the hoodlums outside the window don't keep shooting at us (true problem) or C) passed out and still trying to hydrate before Domino's arrives.

Too bad Guiness didn't come up with the Milk campaign first.

Have a sense of humor in the South Pt 2

Because I just can't get enough Fashion Hells Yea and Oh Hells No: Clara always finds her peeps. This was a real dollar bill stuck on his shirt. Not such a convincing mark of his ability to "hustle" as his shirt says. But we're all smiles here.
Willo jumped right into The Cat's lap, I mean gap. Ahhh, booze.
These Hot Tea gals are out on the town looking very stylish despite the fact that they are racers.
There are a lot of us who like a man in uniform. This particular instance is an exception. Why? wounds are not sexy, especially if you might have crashed while officiating a race. This is scary.

When bike racers go out, they mean business. There are no sports bras here. Just not-so-subtle lines pointing to where you are supposed to focus. I'm guessing. I hope she has no enemies in this bar or she may be advertising herself.

More Midwest fashion

Dorkin like having a mirror on your bike helmet.
Dad thought this would keep the bullies away from his kids. Instead, it attracted a bunch of bike racer chicks.


Too hot! Too hot!