aftermath

It took awhile to clean up the mess from Sunday.



I found green paint from Sean Babcock's frame under my tire, inside the rim.

Danny Summerhill likes to body check, a solid check at that. Play hockey much? The first time I thought it was fun. The second time, whoops, sorry man. The 3rd time, bring it baby. He's young, I'm old. Ain't no thang.

After blowing the tire and running the moto track (which was DEEP on foot) to the pits...it was playtime. I made a few dollars and even a couple of surprise $20 bills on the muddy hill, grabbing them while riding, no less. On one lap I killed a MGD...which tasted good because I was thirsty...but later tasted bad.

Cross Crusade Prom was in a strange building with model train tracks everywhere, but no heat. Brad had the PA system cranked to 11, which was too bad because Jonah had is special Christmas outfit on but couldn't accompany me on stage because that was a bit loud.

Have fun in Kansas and then Europe all you suckers, I mean racers! That mud in your eye stuff gets old.