Juggernaut Puts the Huevos in the Microwavos
The sign on the microwave at the Ramada Inn outside of Harrisonburg taunted us.
“No huevos in the microwavos” it said.
Like we need someone telling us what we can and can’t do with the huevos. Don’t ever tell the Juggernaut what to do with the huevos. If we want to put them in the microwavos - good luck stopping us. We’ll put a dozen in there.
In addition to that ridiculous sign, it was raining hard outside the Ramada. It was cold. Gorka, Thor, and Robbie were waffling as to whether or not to continue the drive to the mountains for the Stokesville 60. It appeared that the weather sucked very badly out there.
In hindsight, we’re glad that we made the call to race. It turned into an amazing adventure - with 75 racers hammering up the mountain to Narrowback Ridge through a full tilt blizzard. Two and a half hours later, Thor pulled in second in the open to Jeremiah Bishop. Gorka won the masters but they didn’t have a podium for Masters because old people bum everyone out.
We could have easily skipped the race. A lot of folks did. But that sign at the Ramada kind of got under our skin. There comes a time in life when you need to put the huevos in the microwavos - metaphorically in this case or sometimes literally if you have a hankering for hot hardboiled eggs.
Shocking - who’s the only one with a beer? Juggernaut. Priorities.
Jeremiah is out there somewhere.
