Okay, so I didn't win. Some guy apparently nobody knows comes along and annihilates all comers. But that **** was fun. The Numbers race and this sprint series are revealing a part of my character I didn't really know existed: I ****ing love to race.
Thanks to Ben for lighting a fire under the Phoenix bike scene's ass. Thanks to Keith for figuring out the brackets and organzing that ****. Thanks to Ash for dropping the flag, and to the folks who plugged the intersection. Thanks even to the cop who stopped by and told us we could race as long as everyone not actually racing stayed out of the street, and thanks to Emily for talking to him so we all didn't just move to the default "being kicked out" state and go find somewhere else to race. Thanks to Will for being gracious for knocking my ass out in the second round.
Just thanks.