Another highlight of the Chequamegon adventure:
Two of the racers at this year's event were none other than Greg Lemond and Gary Fisher. That's right-- these guys suited up and braved the cold for the 40 miles of fun.
Gary Fisher was at the awards ceremony. When I saw him I winked at him. I headed out to get a round before the ceremony started (Rage was NOT happy to be at the event; I needed to placate him with booze) and stopped by to say hi to the man himself. I shook his hand and told him I loved my Tassajara. He said, "Oh, cool, thanks." He finished off his beer, so I offered to buy him one. He said, "Alright, but you choose!"
I brought him back a beer and he asked my name. Later, when I was called up for my award, he yelled, "Alright Deb Wood!"
So, there it is. I now want to dry hump Gary Fisher, simply because he said my name. I am a total bike whore.