Another year has begun, and another team training camp has come and gone, quite successfully we might add. This year’s venue was in Pendleton, Oregon, where the team rented an old whore house and poached all of the Cycle Pendleton routes, or versions thereof. Good times were had by all, and any unwanted pregnancies were taken care of post haste. That’s a tasteless inside joke.
The weather held out for us as we pedaled a bit each day, including a 110 mile ride on Saturday. Of note was everyone’s ability to ride long distances with sustained hangovers. Thanks, Greg, for the 100% agave margaritas. And of course, Pendleton whiskey in it’s chocolately goodness was in full swing. Hamley’s steakhouse presented some nice steak bites and miniature waitresses. We considered bringing one back to the brothel, but thought better of it. Besides, dudes were well outnumbered by chicks on this trip.
On Saturday, we went and spent a little time at ye oulde Cock Hat Dinosaur state park…also known as Hat Rock.
Also on that day, we ran into – and subsequently harvested the organs of – farmer Cliff ….. his dogs sure were kind. His organs were a bit worn, but we took him into the fold just the same. He even said had we let him know we were coming (had we known him, his farm, or our route) he would have made us some baked potatoes. Nothing finer on a ride than baked potatoes…well, except boobs and liquor.
Other than that, we pretty much spent our time on the bikes, or at the bar. We know, surprising. Shocking, actually. Anyhow, if you are so inclined we have a shitload of photos RIGHT HERE for you to look at. But for the most part, things looked like this (note the return of a healthy and immediately on-form Anna Christiansen):
If we wake up in time, and survive the Chainbreaker MTB race, we may or may not make it to Piece of Cake. After all, it is Paris-Roubaix weekend!