Soccer Moms

Today I was accused of being a soccer mom... maybe I deserve it. See, I was loading up the minivan with 6 boys, and something like $300 worth of groceries from Giant Eagle (Giant Eagle is PA's answer to Safeway... cept' they don't have no Mike Hernandez racing for them).

So I've spent the last two days feeding four u-23 racers and and 5 junior kidlets. And, I'm not talking about handing up bottles in a feed zone whilst I flirt with the local hotties, although I did hand up bottles to the u-23 guys during their RR today. We even got to play our own small part in Max Jenkin's RR win, handing him a bottle as his fledgling break formed. I'm talking about huge quantities of pasta and sauce, whole loaves of bread, watermelons, two dozens of eggs, etc, etc, etc. In all honesty, $300 worth of groceries disappeared really fast.

Then after feeding them, there are dishes and laundry and waterbottles and... and when that is finished, TK is shouting at me, and I quote, "Hey Steve! My shim is being a (well, he referred to a female dog)" For those of you not in the know, that means he needs help adjusting the saddle on his tt bike. Then Garden's aerobars are slipping and El Gigante's disk "feels like the brakes are rubbing." And AWfoSho's "cassette is making a funny noise." And Sean's crankset is rubbing on his frame. And Chris's crank is hitting his powertap sensor. And Davitamon's wheel stops are lock-tited into place. And TK left his aerohelmet at home. And everybody's shoes need to be stuffed with newspaper because they rode in the rain.

Then, it is time for dinner again. Or at least time to start backing the dump truck full of pasta up to the hot tub so as to get dinner started...

So, I guess I could be confused with a soccer mom, but then again, a real soccer mom wouldn't be rudely awakened from his nap in the back of a rented minivan so some kid from some far away state can borrow a pump because his soccer mom forgot his pump when she drove him out to pre-ride the race course...

TT's are tomorrow. Can't wait for the racing to start... maybe then these kidlets won't have enough energy to see who can eat seven saltine crackers in 1 minute, thumb wrestle over who has to take the trash out, or accuse their shim's of being female dogs.