When the former Mayor of Gainesville aspires to a higher office, he has to hit the campaign trail. Hard. And while our evening activities have centered around the idea that there's no such thing as bad publicity, we decided to devote a day to building positive public image.
Today was the first attempt at a paceline with aero bars, and all told it went quite well. At least, nobody got hurt and we all looked like goobers. Sounds like a success to me. Our 30 mile ride this afternoon included a 14 mile mock TTT, and a lazy return home with several high-profile campaign stops on the way.
We watched as Brendan:
Mingled with his constituents,
Engaged in acts of public service,
and supported local conservation efforts.
After we got home, he rewarded his campaign managers with his first post-vegan attempt at cooking eggs.
They were great. Gerald was quite pleased. He expressed himself through interpretive dance, and set back the effort to restore our image by a few days.
Despite the post being assigned to Gerald, the voice of Ansel Gustafson is loud and clear. It is great to follow the southern conquest and this last post has been the most entertaining to date. Perhaps its just because its loaded with inside jokes from a familiar tongue. Keep making with the funny boys!
ReplyDeleteI knew it was Ansel by the title. Goober.
ReplyDeleteI love you guys too.
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