I like bike racing again! It didn’t happen overnight; rather it was a progression from the Parx Casino Philly Cycling Classic through the Air Force Cycling Classic to the end of the North Star Grand Prix. But that’s a story for another post (which is code for “unmotivated to write about feelings at the moment”), so instead here are some photos from the weekend. I would put them on Instagram, except that I am making a point to never have an Instagram account since it seems to really bother a lot of people that I don’t. Sorry. Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Vimeo, and Gmail will have to suffice. Oh, and it is not true that “bitches love Pinterest” because frankly I am ambivalent. Foodgawker, however, is another story entirely.

Anyway. Photos from Philly:

Start of Philly
Scoots and I camping at the start line watching bemusedly as a dozen people frantically swarm Evelyn Stevens to help her with a dropped chain. Apparently they got it sorted out, considering that she went on to win.
Lindsay on the Wall
Much Manayunk. Many suffer.
Road Trip Oldies
While the race itself was quite the event, the weekend highlight was reliving my high school years through music on the drive to Philly and back.
Music Video Time
“She is the boxer, she knows when and where to strike; he is the boxer, he knows no peaceful sleep tonight.” It’s not a road trip if Drew and I don’t make a music video.
Driving Home from Philly
Holy shitballs, I’m smiling after a bike race!