I used to be quite the cyclist back in the day, racing almost every weekend in the summer. Not so much these days, but I did ride a race not long ago for old time’s sake. It happens to be a race well known for treating riders well, by feeding them muffins and such after the race, as well as the traditional water and bananas. They also hand out a goody bag to all the riders, with little gifts that vary from year to year. This year, the bag contained this:
That’s right – a pint glass, a beer cozy, and a “Michelob Ultra” water bottle. Message received, race organizers. I will commence unwinding from the race.
Yeah, but how’d you do? 😉
Oh, I had no business even racing in the field I ended up in (which was organized for historical reasons I won’t go into), and I got my butt kicked. Fortune did not smile upon me like it did a few years ago in this very race.