My MOTHERFUCKING stupidweek highilght
So I'm standin in the feed zone givin syd's team hand ups and spraying them with water at the races. This one race there was an official in the zone. She comes running from half a block away up a hill in 90+ degree heat yelling at me that there's no feeding. I yell back " i'm not feeding". The next lap same scenario but this time my reply is " I'm squirting". I guess the crowd thoght that was humerous.
Oh yeah, and feeding commenced with 5 laps into the race on the other side of the road. Shit, that side was dangerous. On top of a hill, not to far from a screamin fast corner. That meant to feed you had to go from one curb to the other in about 30 yds.
Oh yeah also, those women can be meanies. Once they saw the goodness I was spreading, secret cold water supply from the nearby college water fountain, I think some of 'em were aiming at me in the "squirt zone". O, you want to play chicken eh? I'm not one to back down from a 10 mph collision. Hell, I played softball where if you made it look like an accident running into the 1st basemen you were safe. That meant no lowering of the shoulder full speed chest contact.
Oh yeah, and feeding commenced with 5 laps into the race on the other side of the road. Shit, that side was dangerous. On top of a hill, not to far from a screamin fast corner. That meant to feed you had to go from one curb to the other in about 30 yds.
Oh yeah also, those women can be meanies. Once they saw the goodness I was spreading, secret cold water supply from the nearby college water fountain, I think some of 'em were aiming at me in the "squirt zone". O, you want to play chicken eh? I'm not one to back down from a 10 mph collision. Hell, I played softball where if you made it look like an accident running into the 1st basemen you were safe. That meant no lowering of the shoulder full speed chest contact.
Labels: I'm squirting
posted by Marc Walter at
3:11 PM
1 Comments:
I love that series. One year in Racine on the back side of the course there was a pretty active crack house. One of its inhabitants took to walking out into the middle of the road to bend over, lift her skirt and proceed to share a view of her goodies with the front of the Pro/1/2 field each lap. She would just barely get out of the way of the group each time. Classic.
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