It was a day of turmoil. Not one of disarray, yet a hint of confusion was a part of it all. The race at Fisherman's park was needless to say a "blast." We come, we go, we conquer, and what a course to conquer. However I did in fact forget my daughters bike on the way to the bike race. DOAH!! What a great turnout, our pits were primed and rolling. I watched beers get handed out to racers, while racing, people hit the ground and lots of sweat rolled. New racers and veterans alike. Thanks to all that came out, and special thanks to Whitney for her support and cheer. Keith, Zach, and Richard, you guys rock too. We took a bunch of pics, check the link below to view em.
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