Preparation H

Waiting in line to wash up in the wash room last night at the Yazoo Tap Room I had a bad 80's commercial moment. Remember the "Two Great Tastes that Taste Great Together" commercials? Well check it, two great beers (and beer teams) that go well together:

I always thought that wheat chewin', banjo pickin' turtle looked a lot like Mr. Stanley. But now I see it resembles Mr. D even more (think it's the hat).


I've got Johnny Black Death Cash (aka Yersinia Pestis) prepped and ready to be torn down, stuffed into a box, and tossed around by he-man luggage (man)handlers. Hopefully to not be lost in transit, dropped from the skies, or mistakenly chosen and raced by Mr. Birtch.


I'll be running the supa-fast and supa-fly Hodge laced race wheels. These wheels will pretty much guarantee that it will rain, the course will be muddy, and I'll have a better chance at being better placed in the pack fodder. (It's rained pretty much before, during, or just after every race I've done on these wheels).


Some more viewer mail:

Big Daddy Squirrel pulled out the year books of yesteryear and dug up my 2nd Grade photo. This is the year before I had to get my glasses, so I was still incredibly cute and adorable. It all went downhill from there...