Rozmo......

Bikefest is over for another year, and normally this would be the end of organized cycling events for the year. We still try to get together for informal rides when the weather is decent, but mid-October is pushing it as far as being able to count on decent weather for a weekend of riding.

This year, however, we will be traveling to North Florida for an annual event that I have heard is lots of fun. Katydid, Rozmo, and I will pile into the RV once again and enjoy a weekend of cycling and tomfoolery.

Case in point:

I don' remember how the conversation started, but Friday afternoon we were sitting around outside the RV, making fun of and heckling two high school-age boys playing tennis. (They were awful. One of them only looked sort of good because he was so much better than his friend.) Every time one of them would hit the ball over the fence, I would shout (loudly) how many that was that had gone over the fence. "Three!" "Four!" "What are you going to do when you've hit them ALL over the fence, go home?"

The things grown-ups will do to teenagers after a 50-mile bike ride.

Anyway, back to the conversation. Rozmo said she had friends who didn't believe she could stand on her head and drink a beer. We immediately added two more to the list of friends who didn't believe she could do that. Actually, she said she had won many a bet with that particular challenge.

I couldn't get past the standing on her head part. Rozmo is ten years older than I am, and I don't care who knows it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Here is proof, however, that she can indeed stand on her head and drink a beer. I suppose other beverages would also suffice, but they just don't have the same effect. On the bet OR the outcome.

Personally, I thought she was cheating by using A) the pillow; and B) the light pole. But then I haven't stood on my head lately, so what do I know?

Just in case you're wondering, yes, Rozmo is going to kill me for that first picture. When she finds it.