Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Dude, where's my mustache?

Close call. Jonny G very nearly groomed himself out of the race. It seems he got overly zealous with the whisker trimmers over the weekend and almost wound up 'stache-less. The judges consulted following the completion of lap 9 and have ruled that mustache-continuity has not been violated, so he's still racing.

The competition? Johnny S sent an update from Altona, but I can't open the attachement which contains the purported evidence. And then there's this guy:


Sweet but cold ride last night. Jonny N, Tenacious V, Juan Eppstein, Cycling Dave, Jonny G, and me. Hit the skatepark at the Forks for a bit, before taking off in pursuit of something a little less windy. Which turned out to be a six-level parkade in the Exchange featuring a corkscrew ascent against traffic. This will almost certainly be a race venue in the near future. But first we will have to preview a few more downtown parkades next Tuesday night.



Late night excitement at the clubhouse. Some drunken patron got angry and started hurling half-full glasses of beer at the server behind the bar. Turned out his aim was about as accurate as his speaking was articulate, so everyone's fine. You never quite know what you're going to get at the F&H. But the tunes were lovely, as we've come to expect. It always feels right to walk in to Bowie followed by Skynyrd.

The much anticipated arm-wrestling throwdown did not materialize, as Jonny B and the secretary both failed to appear. Clearly they're both frightened by each other.

Hal (no ride; dinner) almost got run over by a bus full of women's world championship hockey players.

The spring ride is just over five weeks away.

OTT: Rufus Wainwright, Hallelujah

2 comments:

the secretary said...

hey, I'm not scared of no little jonny... i was just kind of sickish, but it's passed, and I'm typing with my left hand while doing curls with the right...

team jonny said...

I have been known to make people feel squeemish.