You guys remember Mr. Mud Pie, right? He was waaaaay out in front during the first of the race, and by golly, it looks like he stayed there.
I think Mrs. Mud Pie was expecting to hear something more entertaining than, “I was so good that no bad stuff could catch up.” Maybe she enjoys the excitement of a little cannon fire now and again.
Mrs. Mudpie can swamp the canoe, and make her own excitement. Deep six the bike.
yeahhh…. the bike….
Mrs Mudpie should make Mr. Mudpie swim to get rid of the mud.
If she wants a divorce now, wait until they get to the other end of the race, IF they manage to stay in the canoe together.
The “FUN” has just begun. Expecting a bunch of drunken like canoe herding to commence.
Wait till the mud hardens…..into mud-crete.
Will take a hammer to free those gears!
Then talk about the winner’s circle.
Totally forgot about that. And I live in the land of adobe clay yards with Bermuda grass growing on it. Slippery as greased snot when wet, and turns into gumbo then… proven building materials. That stuff dried up in a bike’s gears… uck.