The Wheels on the Bus

After zipping into the high fundraiser VIP parking lot at Century College and getting my wrist bands and free t-shirt, I waited in a huge, at-a-standstill line with my bag over my shoulder to put a piece of burlap on my bike and load it on semi truck #9. (Jane the chiropractor: note that I put it on my left shoulder. I think you would have approved. Thanks for the last minute TLC this a.m.)

Now we are on a bus headed to Duluth, with our luggage stowed below. Team members from Team Finnegans handed out beers on the bus.

Dave, Veronika, and I have talked about the Wire, Game of Thrones, and gangsters. I think we have exhausted most avenues of conversation. That's when it's time to update ye olde blogge, I think.

Last night, I personalized and pimped up my bike jerseys with iron-ons from the mom of our team captain. Check it out. I could totally get into making and ironing on some iron-ons...