James, Curt, Mike, Shaun, Gavin, Franklin, Steve, Steven, Duke and I rode a race pace around town. People are definitely getting faster and I am slowing down. I hate you guys. People dropped off until only Franklin and Gavin remained; did I mention I hate you guys. We met at the clubhouse where I cooled down and we were joined by Tom, Jeff and Albert. Minutes included: Catchy tunes, Frank’s hot-sauce on our popcorn was a tasty treat, $70,000 hipster bikes, Tom likes the idea of camouflage barriers, this time Joey is not OK, Albert was suckered by Dan to attend a fundraiser, Franklin is eyeing a new cross bike, unique school cancellation – sniper day, the Jonathan Toews commercial, Mike is going to re-shingle ABES headquarters, and I sold Grey Cup raffle tickets that were AGAINST (not for) kids with cancer. Good times.
|Is Steve ready for Southern Cross? Word.|
The Southern Cross weekend is finally here and I’m sounding the siren to mobilize the ABES army. Meet at the park Saturday morning at 9:00 to start marking the course. The more the merrier.
The Southern Cross hype machine has been busy whirring away and includes an article in The Echo, a CFAM interview, 1000+ school flyers, SWiebo's posters, and signage at the Civic Centre and Canadian Lumber.
|Hear Ye! Hear Ye!|
|Dwight loves cycling but hates spelling.|
We still appreciate the props.
Early (cheap) registration closes on Saturday at midnight so get to it and pre-register here!