Little Red Riding Hood

The following conversation took place on June 7, 2008. If I had not been a participant in the conversation I would've thought it at least extremely embellished, if not completely fabricated.

"Crap, I forgot water. How am I going to boil the noodles?!"

Me:"Just use water from the river."

"No way. I need pure water."

Me: "If you boil the water it will be pure. It kills anything alive and makes it safe."

"No. I won't do it."

Me:"They say it's safe."

"Who is 'they'?"

Me:"Every person in the world. It's an undisputed fact."

"I won't do it."

I had this conversation camping the night before the Little Red Riding Hood 100 mile race. I only did 64 miles, but that was all I needed.

Because river water is unsafe to boil noodles in, Eli survived off hard boiled eggs and dirt.

We had a great night full of medical malpractice as I poked needles into some sort of cyst on Pam's thumb. I think in this pic she was trying to hold up the hurt thumb but just ended up giving us a thumbs up. And a thumbs up it was.

The next day Pam, Alli and I headed into town for an all women's ride. We met up with Trish who brought her own car support team (Dave Monson). We are all pretty new to cycling, novices if you will. It was overheard during the ride that "these riders don't know the language of the road!" It's true. When someone said, "Left," Alli thought they were saying her name. When somebody said, "Car back" we would just laugh and think the people were strange. I didn't know until an hour into the ride that it meant that there was a car in back of us. Cool.

I met a really cute guy on the ride too! Doesn't get much better than that.