Daniel Featherhead won, of course, finishing almost a minute before second place finisher, Rob Johnson, who admitted he benefited from having ridden the route last Tuesday.
But for me, the Taco Truck Time Trial was all about all these people I care about completely humbling me with their amazing assistance in bringing it off—Evil Mike, Laura, Ro, Ben, Lisa, Elod and the kids, Andy—who freakin’ found time to burn a CD of photos—at the checkpoints, Jen Dixon making calls and picking up after me, Alex, huffing the Conference Bike from his shop to the Alehouse, and all the riders, rocking those hills, bellies full of tacos, and no one wanting to strangle me at the end.
Megan Stein and Trevor Sargent won Swrve's DFL hats in style, on a tandem decked out as a taco and G*retch earned first girl honors, taking home the coveted Vapolution prize package for her efforts.
Forty racers overall, which was just right, with a prize for everyone, and hats for all the youngsters; Deb’s homemade powerbars blew people away (glad I tucked a few aside beforehand); and the weather held for signups and the start, then got lousy enough to ensure that folks stayed inside drinking until the Mighty Arrow was gone.
The moment emblazoned forever in my consciousness was piloting the conference bike around the block in Madrona, kids hanging off every seat, shit-eating grins on the faces of friends and loved ones all around.
And amazingly, I arrived home with all my parts and wallet, too, a testament to how swimmingly things go when people represent; it’s like the CoBi; you could ride it yourself, but with others pedaling too, you fly.