Posts Tagged ‘bicycle racing’

pile o’ crank

Monday, August 8th, 2011

After Thursday tequila (which sounds way less cool than Tuesday tequila, don’tcha think?), I wasn’t really ready for breakfast until 11 or so on Friday.

And when I was ready all I wanted were vegetarian corn dogs.

With lots of mustard.

To be clear, Morningstar Farms has no idea who I am or that I adore the everloving shit out of their products. They also have no idea how pissed I am that the corn dogs seem to be in short supply. Last time I found them I bought three boxes, and I’m now down to my last box.

Fortunately I’m not hung over that often.

After I worked for awhile, I met up with the fam. We had big big plans, but we needed to be fed. Since my brother had done all of his vegan friendly shopping, he ate at home. My mom was the center of the big big plans, and it precluded her eating like a normal person.

Being neither vegan nor about to exercise really hard, my dad and I went to Snarfs.

Snarfs is a Boulder sandwich institution. They have expanded to St. Louis and Chicago, but they started here and have 7 shops in CO. The one my dad and I went to is just down the street from where I used to work in Boulder. At lunch time the line goes out the door and down the sidewalk, and if you don’t know what you want when you get to the counter, it’s the plank for you, mister.

At night it’s much chiller.

We ordered our sandwiches and sat down to wait.

The music was speech impedingly loud.

We were hungry.

That explains the look on my dad’s face.

I ordered my favorite – ham and american cheese with everything. Everything includes pickled jalapenos. While eating, my dad and I concluded that any sandwich that doesn’t include pickled jalapenos should no longer be called a sandwich. (That thing you see him devouring in the background was an ‘italian’, and good, but no ham and american cheese.)

We ate outside so we could hear each other talk. We, of course, solved world peace and all kinds of stuff. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you can hear.

Then it was on to the big event.

My mom racing like a pro at Boulder Indoor Cycling.

That blur in front is her.

She won two of her four races.

Her genetics are a lot to live up to.

The center of the velodrome is this kid’s obstacle/cross country thingie. I wanted so badly to ride on it. I would yell ‘weeeeeeeee’ the whole time.

I’m related to winners.

In other news, as I age my smile becomes more and more ridiculous.

I’m never smiling in pictures again.

Also? I’m wearing jeans that are too big for me with a big hefty belt under my tank top. That weird lump is not my belly.

When we got back to my mom’s house, my secret bananas were ready!

Have a Snarfy day.