| | 9/6/00 |
| | 22:04:00 |
| | Subject |
| | Post CMWC Story |
| | Body |
| | Yesterday I got back to Houston, totally exhausted, direct from the airport to downtown, unpack the bike and call |
| | in "34; I'm |
| | at the tower". I had just enough time to take the registration numbers off my bike and put the big one on my |
| | bag, to better |
| | rub it in everybody's faces. |
| | |
| | I did my runs for the next couple of hours, eagerly waiting for somebody, anybody, to notice. Finally, about 3pm |
| | a lady in |
| | the elevator at 1111 Bagby said "did you go to that in Philadelphia over the weekend?" I said yes, eagerly |
| | anticipating a |
| | cool conversation. Her next words changed that. |
| | |
| | "Was Puck there?" |
| | |
| | No shit and I kid you not. |
| | |
| | Ross #34 |
| | Houston |