I stayed in Sheboygan for supper with some friends after yesterdays races. Apparently nobody eats dinner out here, though they make up for it with lots and lots of supper. I left early to start my drive to Pleasant Prairie 2 hours south where I was going to be staying with some surly vegans, and ran into a summer storm along the way. The fastest freeway speed that wasn't utterly reckless was about 15mph and I had to pull over a few times because I couldn't see through all the rain. I thought it was epic weather but some native midwesterners made me feel like a cityslicker when I told them my not very harrowing story this morning.

I don't really have anything constructive to say regarding the race today. I think I did everything right, was 2nd wheel with 2 laps to go, but got hammered anyways and finished with a whimper rather than the bang I had envisioned. I'm California trash.

I'm spending the next 2 nights near Kenosha with some Organic Athlete guys, the surly ones mentioned above. They applied for host housing from the race promoters and are set up in a cavern of a basement with a friendly family upstairs. I'm in the basement right now. Sometimes one of the people upstairs will come down to get something out of a cabinet or do a load of laundry and I feel like I'm in a gang of squatter prostitutes that has infected a decent home. I'm going to go upstairs tonight and see if I can chat them up a little.

Tomorrow! My last race before turning in. Brewers Hill -- I hear it's like Cats Hill back home. I hope to have sunnier news next afternoon.