Tales from the SRAM van.
I'm in the process of crawling out of the hurt locker. Instead of working on my permanent indent in the couch, I volunteered to be the shuttle driver for the day. The white devil hasn't foiled the riding season in Pemberton yet. Tyler got a new timing system he was eager to test out as well as some proto _______ I don't think I'm allowed to talk about it so I'll stop. Once they half figured out the timing system it seemed pretty rad. It turns every lap into a race run. Steve posted the fastest time of the day, I think the paint on his helmet makes him go faster.
Quotes of the day included:
" DON"T kick me" Brandon
" Adam, do NOT take a picture of that" Tyler
" Oh no you've got the runs!" Brandon
" I think you guys should fight" Steve
" BRANDON! NO middle fingers, this is not New World Disorder!" Tyler
" You know what else? Me and my grandpa made a pipe bomb..." Steve