Pantani Results

So that was fun.

I think.  

It always takes a couple of days, Post-Pantani, to process whatever it was that I did to myself out there.  So, too, it might be for you.

And that was a pretty huge turnout.  80+ I'm told.  And I only saw a person or two actually having a miserable time, so that's something I guess.

The results are in:
Winner winner chicken dinner: Quadsworth.  In 2:58 no less.  Thus ruining it for everyone next year.
KOM:  Bryan Lewis.  Also in 2:58, but pipped at the line.  This kid needs a moniker.
Pink Socks: I can only assume Wilson took the rights to these, but those rights are virtual until Metro can gain access to his house once again.
Dad Booze:  I believe Ron and Frank finished side by side, 3rd overall, and thus split the rights to this.  But Ron drank it all.  That's the spirit.
The Queen of Pantani:  I'm actually not sure...First placed lady?  The smart money's likely on Francine, but I don't actually know.  

And a lot of action in between and further back down the road.

I noticed a sort of strange thing happening after the ride, though, and into today and this week it continues; people keep thanking me for the jolly good time they had on Sunday.  So I want to clear that up now because, in case you didn't notice, I didn't actually do anything but talk shit on this blog, then stand on the back of Scottie's truck and talk some more shit at the start line, then suck a whole lot of wind on the ride, then resume shit-talking when I returned home.  And I would do all of that anyway, regardless of where the ride starts or finishes.  No, indeed, I'm scarcely a contributor.  So thank Shawn if you must, or thank the following individuals:

1)  Tom Bouber.  While he might not have actually done anything for you, he did show up to ride the Pantani loop a full day early, only to realize he'd screwed up his calendar, drove around aimlessly for a while, then returned on Sunday to really do some damage to his knees.  I feel he embodies the very spirit of the ride when it comes to resilience, commitment, and concerning amounts of disorganization.

2)  Perhaps more than any other, our wonderful support crew at the top of Fox Mountain, and later - after they figured out alternative means of transportation and a new transmission for the mystery machine - the top of the pop.  It was 24 degrees up there, but their presence made a lonely moment feel pretty damn warm. 

How very European. 

Hello Kitty.

Photos of a certain fan's derriere have been filtered from this blog for your viewing peace of mind (and hopefully to save my already questionable internet rating), but you know what you saw, and let's be honest, some things you cannot unsee.  And it was amazing.  

3)  Mother Nature. Mean enough to deal us a 24 degree descent down Wyatt Mountain, but still kind enough not to drop the kind of snow on the Pop that Sherando saw last week.

and you thought Pantani was hard...

ouch. could have been worse.

4)  Scanlon, who committed a touch more than 100% to the effort, and consequently slid down the top of Wyatt Mtn on his face.  Heal up, homie.

5)  All of you.  Look, we didn't mark the roads, we didn't provide a portajohn, we barely even managed to ride the thing.  And you still rallied.  It's you, the spirited masses, that make this thing a real thing.  And maybe that's what makes it special.

So thank you, and keep the wheels turning.
Up, up, up.