Spicoli
07-01-2009, 08:04 AM
So a buddy talks me into doing a Tuesday night race at a place that I just hate to go to. Being an idiot I say OK, and my wife then proceeds to give me a small amount of greif for going but I press onward knowing the whole time I hate this race. So now I blow off my training ride, and sit in a car for 2hours for a trip that should take 1 hour tops. We arrive at the race get changed and I get one leg over my bike and the downpours come! Back to hiding in the car, but I am here so might aswell race anyhow. 45minutes in the car and promoter cancels race due to the rain....somehow I am not too upset but it now means the drive home will be in rush hour traffic and may take hours. So we stop at a Chipolte grill to eat and kill some time. I proceed to crush a burrito that could feed my family for a month but I dominate this 4pounder anyhow.
I get back home at 9:30 at night without riding and without racing, but after eating the one ton burrrito and as luck would have it, FOOD POISONING :banana: pissing out my ass and puking at the same time! Sweating like Cool Hand Luke after a night in the BOX and just hating life :crap:
What did I learn; always go with your first answer and never let yourself be talked into something you know is wrong and finding humor even in your own suffering can be funny:confused:
PS Thank God I feel better now.
I get back home at 9:30 at night without riding and without racing, but after eating the one ton burrrito and as luck would have it, FOOD POISONING :banana: pissing out my ass and puking at the same time! Sweating like Cool Hand Luke after a night in the BOX and just hating life :crap:
What did I learn; always go with your first answer and never let yourself be talked into something you know is wrong and finding humor even in your own suffering can be funny:confused:
PS Thank God I feel better now.