I left the farm in the wee hours of the morning last Friday, and made
the long, boring drive across New York
State to get to Vermont .
I put the hammer down so I could get there in time to meet George at the shop. Once I got most of the way across NY, I
headed north towards Lake Champlain .
The drive took me through the Adirondack
Mountains , so it was actually pretty nice. After not paying attention to my GPS though,
I ended up missing the bridge I planned to take across the lake. I had to decide to either backtrack a lot, or
take the ferry across.
Even though I was scared of sinking, I opted to save myself
some driving.
It actually wasn’t too bad, and the captain of the ship let
me sit upstairs to scare the shit outta me even more. At least I got to take a photo of Vermont before I sank to
the bottom.
Since I happened to catch the ferry right as it was leaving (and we didn't hit an iceberg),
I made really good time getting to my destination…
The Bike 29 mothership.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted Eddie and Namrita, but I didn’t get a chance to say hi
right away because George ran out to greet me.
After a quick tour of the shop, I was informed that it was
lunch time (at 3 p.m. for some reason.) We immediately went next door to have a drink
with the locals and the out of towners.
When we got back to the shop (after a few beers), Thom
finally showed up. He had to get his
shit ready for the big race.
Just as I was getting comfortable, George kidnapped me and
forced me to drive across town to acquire kegs of beer. I’m not sure if he paid for them, so I took a
photo of him taking them out of there in case the authorities start snooping
around.
Then we went to another shady part of town to find the
taps/cooler and such.
I think Rambo lived there or some shit.
We got back to the shop and I took it upon myself to start
nosing around. I found a cooler I wanted
to use, but then I was told that it was not the cooler I was looking for.
I kept snooping around, but decided that I should stop when
I spotted man-panties hanging on the wall.
I got the hell out of there, because I still needed to check
in my room ten miles up the road in Stowe.
It didn’t take me long to get there, and I was really pleased with the
view.
And the Stowe Bike Path is right behind it…
I got settled in my room and took my bike to go get
something to eat.
At that point I’d only been there a few hours, and already
I’d had a few beers, gone for a ride, and hung out with a ton of cool
people. With the “race” starting in the
morning, things could only get better, right?
You’ll have to wait until Monday for that part.
You knew I was gonna drag this shit out, didn’t you?
Well, if you can’t wait, then check out the video that Thom
took after I finished.
That should hold you until Monday.
1 comment:
T-Hom showed up on time? Impressive.
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