

I had suggested to my wife that I would be going to the Border Battle, a five hour plus drive, and was met with;
"No Way!"
"You're kidding, right?"
The high gas prices deterred me from spending the money we don't have to go to the Border Battle and I eventually told her I wasn't going. I try to average under $100 a race, including bicycle maintenance costs through the season. An almost impossible task this year.
So I arrived home from the Metro Challenge and my wife had made large piles of spaghetti.
"Why did you make spaghetti?" I asked in dazed wonder.
"For your race tomorrow." she said.
!?!?! "I'm not going. ...I told you that already. ...You didn't want me to go."
She insisted that I had said I was going and was at a loss to understand what she was talking about. Confused, I decided it was still best not to go since I would get almost no sleep and the drive was long. I actually went on a long bike ride Sunday and felt great. Could have done the double header if we didn't have our retail business to run on the weekends.
As it turned out, those I am competing with in the series had little advantage to make headway with some serious Minnesota racers pushing them all down the finishing ranks. It was missing the Sunburst Showdown that really hurt me.
My wife's birthday is in two months and she already told me some time ago she wants to go to a Japanese restaurant on her birthday. ...What does that mean?
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