The Night's Quotes

just to start...

"That was half my race pace."
--Tilford, at the finish line

"Yozell was breathing hard."
--Tilford, in the basement

"I think everyone here thinks these are normal conditions."
--Tilford, astounded

"I've raced cross all year and my bike hasn't been this muddy."
--Tilford, sad

"He's kind of a fair-weather racer."
--Me, on Ray's no-show

"He had some pussy excuse."
--Kuklis, on Ray's no-show

"Even so, this is lighter than my Schwinn."
--Kuklis, assessing the mud-caked Raleigh loaner

"I've never done this sober!"
--Plunkett, assessing his first race since Sunday's kegstand coma

"Just write down '3 days,' "
--Jaime, trying to estimate Chris F's lap time

"I literally cry on downhills. It's sad."
--Quotomatic

"Do you think I should wash it?"
-LaRoo, while picking mud from his bike in the dark.

I don't know, buddy--YOU THINK?

You sure that mud was coming from my bike pilgrim?

"There's no place to get winded on this course."
—Tilford, assessing FSX

"My bike is a baby."
—Tilford, explaining why he kept going down the driveway at the start of Race 2 and rode to the car wash instead of using our garden hose

"I'm an idiot."
—Ray, this a.m. after forwarding the mass e-mail to Bill and me regarding the "surprise" gift

"No more beer?!"
—Robi, second lap, after a record-number of PBR drinkers kept him to just one chance to chug

"Whoa, oops, oh man."
—Me, after walking in on Bowman changing

"Honey, we're not having any more kids."
--Me, after a particular poor remount while trying to catch Selene