Call me immature, whatever. besides #1, I’m sportin’ the next best number tomorrow. I had the biggest cheezy grin on my face when the honey at the pick-up table asked me what my number is…
sorry, had to share…
My wife sported number 666 at her last race!!! She beat me, but I am attributing that to a deal she must have made to be assigned that number.
You mounted it upside down! : )~
Three years ago my buddy came down to do a race called Devilman. He came down on Friday the 13th. His number was 666 and on the morning we were going to packet pick up (I swear on my father’s grave this is true)…as we walked out the front door there was a dead bat lying on my front step. We scooped it up and put it in a dark, shaded area on the side of the house. When we got back the bat wasn’t there…he had instead made a home in the gable right in front of my front door…took me about two months to get him out of there.
I prefer 68 - Where she hooks you up, and you owe her 1
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I thought 68 was where she hooks me up and then makes me a sandwich.
The rule is that this is how you have to ride your bike too…good luck
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ha.
i was #333 at DATT last year where i was regularly accused of being half a devil.
now if only i had even been half as fast as a devil.
I had 007 a few years ago… I got the girl doing body marking to write it out just like that. Funny thing was, I don’t think she noticed.
I prefer 68 - Where she hooks you up, and you owe her 1
68 is as fast as she can go… because…wait for it… if she goes 69, she’ll blow a rod!
Yeah, I got 666 for a whole summer bike racing series once. Pretty sweet.
-C