01 July 2011
Somewhere along the MS-150 route during Day 1's 75-mile ride, I was passed by a paceline. That happens to me all the time. Sometimes, however, the fast guys can be really funny.
"Hinies on the left!" the leader called out as a common cyclist courtesy to let me know I need to hold my handlebars straight and steady.
All the guys in the paceline chuckled. I'm sure there was an inside joke I wasn't privy to, but all my imagination could picture was a stream of half-cheeked dudes. No hineys on the right.
The last guy in the paceline gave me a punchline to which I could relate.
"We're just Hinies today," he said. "We won't be Raw until tomorrow."
Later in the day, another cyclist passing me asked why I have a blue tag.
"That means I am a Premium Pedaler," I replied. "Premium Pedalers raise at least $1,000."
"That's cool," he said. "What do Premium Pedalers get?"
Before I could answer, he came up with his own brainy response.
"Oh, a blue tag, right?"
Right after team photos, one of my teammates pointed out a bite of scrambled egg burrito remnants on my jersey that apparently missed my mouth.
Dang. Good thing it was a group photo. Maybe no one will notice I wore breakfast.
(I PhotoShopped my embarassing moment right out of Wordless Wednesday's shot...)