OK,
so on this timed stage, there were lots of tall, barbed-wire
fence crossings along the creek. Joey Boyle was super nice
and waited for me and Mandi, then lifted our bikes up and over
the fences, which were way taller than she and I are. I got
lost in the field where I was supposed to go straight up --
I took it literally and went straight up a big knob, and ended
up tresspassing. A lady yelled at me to stop -- actually held
up her index finger "hold it" style -- then questioned me on
why I was there and told me to get out of there. I did! Then
her dog chased me all the way down her driveway. Sorry, lady,
I took a wrong turn! |