Not that I raced, of course. But being it was a home game, so to speak, the team moms (all 3 of us) decided to go all out and provide a Saturday pre-ride barbecue dinner AND a Sunday after-race burger lunch.
The moms and dads volunteered, too. Handy directed parking for 3 hours, and straggled past me at the merchandise tent, swearing "never again" and "people are A**h*l*s."
I hit the sweet spot of volunteering -- merchandising. Had I know, I would have volunteered for that every race! (Next year.) It just suited me. Shade! Plus counting change, organizing, recordkeeping, saying good luck and thank you, and smiling. Plus shade. I should emphasize that again. SHADE! Because the temperature got up to 90.
The riders were not so lucky. In the heat and dust, B finished 18th, disappointing for him because he finished the SoCal season in 2nd place. P finished 24th in his category...a miracle considering his chain fell off 3 times. Ernest, poor Ernest, ended up with a sprained ankle when a rider in in front of him slowed unexpectedly. Ernest slid into a thistle. He's lucky he didn't get scratched up.
It was a pretty day. There's a teeny-tiny rider at the top of the ridge on the right.
The trophies were unique.
I saw the Mad Hatter but he had nothing new, just the dalmatian hat again. I was disappointed!