Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Sea Otters look out!
So here we are on the plane from Chicago to San Jose in the middle of a long travel day to the Sea Otter classic. Poz (the team manager) and Chris Eatough are on my flight, they almost paged the Chicago airport for me because we were the last to board. I was hiding in a seat on the other side of the room. I like people but I don’t like standing in the rectangular tube to wait to get on the plane for no reason.
The travel started smooth enough with a scramble to get ready yesterday, after noon’s Spring Classic Harris Roubiax. The course was a medley of evil serpentine gravel roads, smooth and rough pavement and a lot of punchy hills as was expected from the hollowed road riding region of little Belgium A.K.A Singers Glen. Andy Rodes poached the sprint I can’t blame him it is what I would have done if I where Tom Boonen or if I didn’t double flat. Paul (the punisher) Buchi was unstoppable except the last 200m. He pulled at like 23mph on the front the whole race! Carpenter had better work on his closing game cause he is plenty tough enough to win the tour if he could hone his game a little.
The grave` was really rough in sections and Nick (who also succumbed to flattage) and I speculated that most of the fresh stones could have been used as arrow heads!
The trip to Erin’s parents for the traditional stop over for pre travel home cookin on the Hackely farm was pleasant.
This morning we where met with heinous traffic, driving the short hop to Dulles that usually takes 40 mins took 2hrs!
Needless to say Erin missed her planned flight via LAX and is now on route to San Francisco (cool town).
Hopefully she will get to Monterey airport before midnight.
I should say my Arse (Britt for butt) is getting numbed by all this sitting. Ok maybe a little too much info. You should know you’re not reading bicycle magazine.
Any way…. I have run out of stuff to write for now. I am going to hand the computer to Poz for spell checking and color commentary.
Poz guest writing here: Jeremiah is a great travel mate on the plane. He shared his salad with me and got the loser flight attendant to bring me some headphones. Didn’t matter, our whole row seems to be the electronically handicapped one – our channel and volume \\buttons don’t work at all and JB’s overhead light keeps turning itself on and off resulting in a neat strobe-like feel to the flight. Oh well, could always be worse, no screaming babies on this one…One thing good for a chuckle was when the person in front of me leaned their seat back and JB laughed at me and made fun of the “clamshell” that I was now in – not a moment had the words left his mouth then the person in front of him leaned their seat back right onto his stuff on the fold down tray! HAHA Instant karma I think is the term for that.
Later people, thanks for reading:
Jeremiah
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