Just a GREAT ,SUPER,WONDERFUL rally
Bart this was one of the very best rallys all the volunteers and support staff were perfect.
I'm sorry that I didn't have a better finish butt you can't fix STUPID that's me,I'm new to this needle and insulin and forgot to pack mine.
Spanky and Sue helped me with my first 3 stops i could not read the sheets and was heading back to get my fix and got a load of bad gas slowed me down but I got back.THANKS to Spanky and Sue again.
To All I say THANK YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I should've figured something was up when you called Sue my daughter.
To be honest, I tried to lose you in the gravel, that's usually where I figure I can ride better than most. I wanted some distance between us (competitive mode kicking in), but so much for that. You were low on insulin, couldn't see very well, were eating dust, and caught up to us! You can certainly ride.
Sorry Bubba, I wish you would have said something. We would've given you help, or a hard time.
the thing is, I doubt at the time he knew his insulun level was that far off. I have a friend at work who is insulin dependent. When he stats smelling or acting drunk I know his levels are off and have to TELL hin. Its not an insult, he honestly smells and acts drunk but if you didn't know that before hand its of no help. Just a tidbit for future referencing. Glad to hear it all worked out ok in the end.
However, knowing first-hand about the effects of weird blood sugar levels, I appreciate those who understand that:
If you come across someone who appears drunk, check their medic-alert bracelet first. It might be more than meets the eye.
Coming back from our brief excursion to Gunder, I was a half mile from home when I had to physically tell myself a) how to stop, and b) how to start up again. I almost pulled into a parking lot 600 yards from home because I couldn't remember how to change gears.
Blame it on Dairy Queen. (I did make it home okay.) Bubba, I hope you don't have to deal with this again. It sure is scary!
Re: How GREAT are the people? SUPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
June 23 2008, 9:54 PM
Thanks, Bubba. It was such a pleasure to see you again. You are one of those rare larger than life characters that events like this need. Please come back and play with us again.
<<but I didn't really get to know him until he spit on me out in Leo's parking lot.>>
Oops, just to be fair and set the record straight, Bubba didn't MEAN to spit on me. It was a total accident, and in truth he just sort of nicked my boot.
If he had actually meant to spit on me, shoot, I could take him.
Anyway,I wiped it off the next time I squeezed into the White Trash hack.
Note to Senty: you might want to hose out the hack. Sorry about all that mud, picked up while getting stuck in a field of muck, looking for the Malcolm X bonus.
<<How'd you end up in a field - inquiring minds want to know!>>
Not to get too focused the irony of Team White Trash (Senty, Buber and Winterer) looking for a Malcolm X bonus, we followed directions precisely to the site, but were of course unaware the sign we were looking for had been ripped off (literally and probably figuratively).
We got there in the middle of the night, which didn't help matters much, and when we couldn't find anything that looked like what we were supposed to be finding, started crawling through the underbrush, wandering up and down the surrounding streets, taking certain names in vain, etc. Typical rally behavior. And Bart wasn't answering his phone at that hour, neither.
An SUV came driving up the street. I flagged it down, and asked the couple inside if they ever heard of such a sign. "Oh sure," they said. "Just go back down the street by those two bushes and you'll see it on a post."
Then off they sped.
So I headed down that way, and of course found nothing. But there was a fairly large, freshly graded construction site, not far from where the SUV couple told me I'd find the sign, and down the hill I saw a post, maybe a couple hundred yards away. Off I trudged, like a good rally boy, and quickly found that some of the low spots in this graded area really were like the quicksand death traps we all remember from the Tarzan movies.
Good thing I had my Rocky boots tied on tight, as they got sucked into the goo. I finally made it to the post, and sure enough it was a street sign, out in the middle of an empty, freshly graded field, but not a hint of anything to do with Malcolm. Bout this time the trick knee started barking pretty good.
By the time I limped back to the hack, dragging the bad leg and drenched in sweat, Senty and Buber had taken pictures showing we were at least there. I tried to get most of the goo off my pants and boots, squeezed back into the hack, and away we went, hoping for mercy at the scoring table.
In the next several minutes, we got lost on the freeway, we pulled off because Senty was sure we were losing a wheel bearing and wanted to see if the front wheel of the tug was actually falling off or if it just felt like it was, and lightning was flickering to the east, dead ahead. I remember thinking, "Why did I go and sign up for the stupid ButtLite?" The thought passed, as they always do if you give them a little time.
