And, we're back. Instead of competing against a bunch of dirt roadies that can barely handle their bikes in the woods, I decided once again to have a party during race number two of the Winter Short Track Series. Of course it wasn't just me again though.
We invited a few more of our rowdy friends to the party.
As usual, some “racers” loved our antics and some complained. The ones that complained got special treatment of course, and lucky for them they kept on riding. The crowd had fun, and in turn those that had a sense of humor had a great time. I mean shit, we even gave them an incentive to stop and hang out with us.
Yes, that is a crisp, one dollar bill.
And before you even have to ask, the Southeast DrunkCyclist crew was on hand providing refreshments.
There's something about a party in the woods that brings out the best (or worst) in people.
Like my little buddy Dicky trying his luck with the “pro” line at the rock garden.
Or sorta-new-in-town racer and all around good guy Paul Wood getting all sexy in his pink tutu:
We turned it up a notch this week, adding glitter showers and other shit to our shit show. Our party crowd grew by leaps and bounds, no doubt a testament to how much fun can be had at a bike event. A few people just didn't get it, but that's what happens when you get all serious riding a bike in the woods. They acted like it was a mountain bike race or something. I sure didn't see any mountains, and I barely saw any mountain bikers.
Just wait until next week, when we try to pour more syrup on this shit to make pancakes.