TOONA

So we decided to take a little vacation in the coal mining hills of Pennsylvania.



Dave and I drove my car.


Stan, Tommy, and Brad (Stan's brother and our fabulous feeder) drove in Stan's car.



Brad loves driving.



We arrived Sunday evening and went to the Olive Garden, a virginal experience for all of us. Salad and breadsticks dissappeared like Guatemalan Union Organizers. Dave thouroughly embarrased the waitress but paid for it all.



Monday we rode around with the CCB boys and Keith, our guest rider, to warm up for and check out the TT course. The racing started at 6pm that evening.



This is the lovely apartment we rented. The girls upstairs partied until 6 AM.



We all TT'd poorly and Monday's stage was fast but not too furious. One rider down and one more feeder.



It was a hot week.




The feed zones are where all the action is at.





The Groovey Goolies signify the forthcoming of the Peleton.


Then it's back to the action.



Luke lets the air out of Stan's tires before the stage in Hollidaysburg.



I took the sprint for 97th.




The Ladies loved us.



I forgot to bring the charger for my camera so the pictures end there. It was a extraordinarrily hard race with 40% of the field dropping out after the 6th day. Keith and I made the cut for the final stage, but we decided to skip the short crit and head home early.

We had so much fun that our stomachs hurt from laughter. I'll miss the trips to sheets, whatching Stanimal knock down two Schmonsters, hanging in the "fort," and drunken wiffleball. Oh yeah, the racing was fun too. The organizers put on a good show and take good care of the racers. I would recomend this race to all who are capable of following the top Pro teams around at an average of 27 miles and hour for 700 miles.

Thanks to our sponsors and of course Brad. We couldn't have done it with out you.