Big Bucks and Barbicide….

I know, I know, every body is thinking “gee wiz this guy has been really lame-o with the blogs lately.” Well ok maybe you are not thinking in a 1985 schoolgirl phonetic but I am sure your hip and trendy, train of thought has produced some P H fat version of the above quote. Well here is blog to tide you over. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind extravaganza of fast racing and middle America experience. It all started about 2 weeks ago…

*cheesy fade to black and white flash back scene*

Bank of America was the biggest money race so far. My form was less than stellar. After get 2nd on one of the first big primes (no money for first loser…ha) I promptly became the ticket taker until about 9 laps to go. OUCH…I was obviously not any where near the form I had back in 82…

The rest of that week was spent with a Mr. Ryan “D” Wald. He treated me to many good and not so good experiences…Good = Riding in the Philly area…Not so Good = Scrapple (who thought making cream of MEAT was a good idea)

From there me and the “D” headed out to Chicago for some more big money…the dwindling pennies in our pockets encouraged our drive heavy legs to perform at a reasonable level. The Elk Grove Race say crazy roller derby style carnage in the first half lap. We came out with a cool $1000 prime…OOOO Rummy. We figured for once we at lest made out fair share. We where 1% of the field and we got 1% of the purse. What can I say us Canadians are all about sharing. We are like a country full of big purple dinosaurs.

Now I have spent the last week with a host family that have fed me well and showed me the sights of Chicago…Dominick, Anna (absent from photo), Vince, and Dominick Jr. have taken great care of me. Making sure I have the “Chicago experience”…awesome.

Lastly I went to get my top cropped…I used the following parameters when selecting my Stylist.
1. Walking distance on MapQuest
2. Price…as in lowest
3. How far away I could smell the nail polish remover and perm chemicals from
4. How many flocks of seagulls I could see when sitting in the chair.

In Retrospect I believe I need to update my selection criteria. Long story short I sat there looking at the blue container of combs that said BARBICIDE on it…Paralyzed…thinking how appropriate it was that that is in fact what I was doing. Committing barbicide…I am pretty sure I narrowly missed actually coming out of that place “back in 82”.

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