Gone fishing.
Actually, gone to eat food and watch people careen around corners. This should be an exciting fast event, so even though the kids say they won't be excited, they will when we get there. Gert claims that, while no bloodlust is involved, she wants proof that she's not the only person on a bike that ends up with skinned knees. I assured her that it's a common biking injury.
We're actually going to miss most of the early events, Cats 1 - 5, women's and even the kids' race. We might arrive for the end of the kids' race, which will give the girls a chance to see what it is and actually participate next year. Nerves, you know. We're going here first. So we will be a little late.
But the races are in the heart of our storied Italian neighborhood. I'll be stuffed with ravioli and prosciutto when I get home.
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