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Monday, November 17, 2008

That's Racertainment! Reflections on Sunday's Race and Scurvy

Sunday was race day at Harbison State Forest. The Hawley Company managed to field two riders in the Sport class: Teenwolf and Will. Those of us not racing had excellent excuses. The blog was suffering from a sore eyelid after a night of unfettered blinking. Jose was hobbled by a severe case of scurvy while Kyle said his breakfast had been poisoned by ghosts, from the future. In any case Hawley/Team Hoffenchard was represented and that was all that mattered. Writing up an XC race is a fruitless endeavor so I'll cut to the chase and say that Will gapped the field 5 minutes in and won by about 4 minutes on his rigid Voodoo. Teenwolf popped early and struggled to a third place. However it matters not as the blog was smart and bet against him! Sadly, Jose passed away later that afternoon. Together, we can beat scurvy in 2009...

Will rolls through the start area, blissfully unaware of Jose's impending death
Teenwolf blasts through a creek crossing. Now that's some brackish goodness!
Will stares down the camera at the Midland's Mountain climb, blissfully unaware that he has contracted full-blown scurvy!!!

Rebecca from Cycle Center tells Will "I don't understand, your scurvy levels are through the roof! How are you still standing?" To which Will replies "I'm half pirate, scurvy is in my blood, so to speak. Hmmmmmm???"Tim Malson, co-owner of Summit Cycles barely survives the creek crossing on his 70 year old Diamondback 29er.
Toby Porter, Harrell's flunky, spends some quality time in the rear of the Expert field. Whoa, that sounded bad!
Brian Curran, owner of Outspokin' rocks the Euro style shin warmers. Punk rock!
Damon catches his breath on a flat section. Lord knows what he'll do when he has to actually exert himself.

An Anatolian Shepherd says "cycling bores me to no end!" Shut up, you talking dog!Hands down, the best grimace/pain face/sneer of contempt/I'm pretty sure I installed my saddle and seatpost upside down/ seen all day!!!!
In the future, we shall ride bikes like this one and eat our meals in pill form.

10 comments:

Anonymous Florida sales rep said...

Can I have Jose's bike?

dwight yoakam said...

welcome to the future. amazing, the bike of tomorrow . . . today!

The Ghost of Jerry Reed said...

You can have a smack in the face FL rep!

spokejunky said...

It's Timmeh!!

KB said...

You are ruthless, blog! Isn't it funny that the one criticizing everyone else is also one who didn't race?

Palmetto Solo said...

Right On kb - the blog had a little sand in his panties. Don't be skeee-red of DFL. That's I rolled in at.

The Ghost of Jerry Reed said...

What's with all the sore feelings? Maybe if you fatties trained a little more...

Adam said...

TIM! Man, I haven't seen that cat in forever. Nice to see that the Scourge of Rosewood continues to throw down.

The Ghost of Jerry Reed said...

Nice to see that Adam still wets the bed! Sucka!

spokejunky said...

Now if Timmeh could only convince Henry and his daughter to come out and play, then that would be the circle completed.