Ice Cream Alley

Yesterday Kitima and I fit in one loop of the bike course and headed back to our place. I took a three-hour nap. After two hours though I don't think it qualifies as a nap. It is sleeping.

We met up with Bill, Sharon, Jeremy, Glen and Rich at the Brew Pub and were lucky enough to beat the Tri-Life gang so we didn't have to wait at a table. We discussed with Rich, who had just done his first century ride, the finer points of chamois butter. I suggested the Euro version, or as I like to call it, the "party in your pants" version.

Jeremy did the ol' "drop the grape" scam on Kitima at dinner. It was awkwardly executed but for further details ask him...I'd like to keep this blog's rating at PG.

Thoroughly stuffed we hobbled into town on tired legs. Not too tired for ice cream though.


Glen was psyched enough that they had the rare flavor "coffee coffee buzzbuzzbuzz" that he called his wife, another fan of the flavor, and did sort of a "nananabooboo" to her.

Instead of sitting on the side area with benches we migrated towards an alley/driveway replete with crumbling pavement, industrial kitchen exhaust fans and window-mounted air conditioners. Every fixture seemed rusty and dripping with a rusty, oozing liquid. Bill and Rich stretched out on some steps and actually made concrete look comfortable. Jochen found us and we all discussed the finer points of euthanizing deer, where to buy on sale bike clothes in Placid (Placid Planet), Sharon's new bike, Hannah's need for aerobars and Jeremy's upcoming shopping spree at EMS.

We all ambled back to the cars except for Glen who jumped into the street and did some intervals. If you listened closely you could hear him saying "buzzbuzzbuzz".