On the side while I recover I have been doing some year end maintainence on the big Harley er little... er... Piagio...The Scooter. Well anyway I feel like such a grease monkey. Grinding away at bits, sparks flying, greese on my face, dirty jeans. Yup fixin' up a scooter is pretty Hard Core. Ah spit....
Here's one for the overly polite people out there.... So for thanks giving I had a wonderful dinner at Dan Skinner's house with a bunch of very cool cyclists and his family members. Great food, good company and conversations. When I began to drive out to the house I forgot the address number... not a problem I know the road and I am sure I can pick it out as it is a relatively small street. So I arrive at the corner and see a lot of cars at this house. Obviously this is the place. So I grab my String Squash Salad. I walk up to the door ring the bell. I walk in take off my shoes. They were all so welcoming and interested in me. I am a little concerned that I don't recognize anyone. But had I figured I would not know everyone and that I will meet some new people. Dinner was not ready so they allowed me to put my string squash into the oven to keep it warm. Time is passing and I am being introduced to all these people. We were all having a good time. My concern increaded when some of them were smoking. But hey, I still feel I am new to the cycling world and well...who nows it may be the norm. See picture \/
So after a nice visit I said, "So where is Dan[Skinner] and when is he showing up?" Everything became clear. Everyone at once realized the great mistake that I had made and that I should probably think about leaving. This was not a second too soon as dinner was about to be served. As I left the door with my String Squash (nicely warmed up) I could here a large uproar of laughter. This explanes why I was late for dinner. This situation could only be possible with polite people on both sides of the situation and would go down as a Thanks Giving to remember on many levels.
Well that is all for now,
Hope all is well,
Ciao for now,
Andrew McCartney
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