Friday Night's All Right For Fighting
I met up with Dale Phelps in the Atlanta airport. While I had graduated from Blair Academy Class of 1990, Dale was class of 1996 and quite coincidentally, we ended up on the same crew for this year's Race Across America. Dale was checking out his hometown newspaper when he saw an article about Stephen, impressed Stephen was racing across the country to support a Breast Cancer charity, he got in touch with Stephen. One thing lead to another and Dale joined the crew. I wanted to crew for a racer and and also thought Breast Cancer was a worthy cause, (my mom, Donna is a survivor; I have two Aunt's that are survivors, Sue and Gaetana; and my mother's cousin Linda is a survivor).
Arriving in San Diego, everything seemed like it was under control, but based on my previous experience, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were supposed to be busier than we were.
After checking in with RAAM headquarters, Stephen left to visit with relatives, what we didn't know at the time was that they were around an hour away. He returned to the hotel around 9:30pm local time, which for us East Coasters was round midnight. We managed to get a lot done by 11:30 local time.
As I scanned Stephen's equipment, I couldn't help but think I could have brought a few things to make his life easier (bento boxes-attach to the top tube and store a couple energy bars, spare tubes, spare tubular tires, spare tail lights, etc.)
Midway through our scramble to ready the vehicles some drunks spilled a beer over the railing at the hotel and drenched me. Then they sputtered out, "Sorry, don't worry it was only beer, not water."
"Great, Thanks, Have A Nice Day."
I saw them later stumbling over to the casino next door.
