Moments Like These

While Murray is riding across Musselman Arch (which the Texans were too terrified to even walk on), one of them yells out in jest "I'll give you a dollar if you pull a wheelie".

I spied Steve kicking back enjoying a latte in the Ground Effect tent. What could a serious racer do? I jumped off my bike and joined him.

Are there any Ground Effect products suitable for 50 deg. summers - a lycra fishnet codpiece perhaps (with secret tube repair patch)?

Yo mutha, word up, nasty. Only 1 week in California and I've already got the hang of this bad ass cool talk.

They had spied the team's gear with the score card still strapped to the outside of one of their packs.

But here's the bummer - soon after I rounded a corner and came face to face with a speeding Trail Bike rider.

I had no chance of getting out of the way so buried my head in my hands and thought really really small thoughts.

Anyway suddenly there's this big steer, with horns and everything, ambling up the road.

Whoa! I'm jolted out of r.e.m. bliss with the retort of a beer can flying off the blades of a rotary mower.