Tom deciding not to let growing up with 11 siblings
stop him from finally going to Disney World and off for the day to Epcot
was he. |
Founding members of AARP (yet Jan was faster then me
when the fat lady sang) |
See what I mean? Hide the children! |
Old friends Randy and Tom at the pre-race expo
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I've been called lead-foot before, but never plaster-foot.
Foot molds being made for my custom Bont boots. |
Nothing like getting your feet massaged by one of the
country's best skaters, female skaters, Debbie Rice. |
The foot molding process from my perspective
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Pointing out the obvious |
Pre-race carbo-loading and b.s. session |
Greg checking in with his dietian. |
Serious training regimen. |
Greg don't bogart that... oh he's shooting a spitball. See
what you miss not traveling to races? |
Rob Weber just makes it to the race. |
We got up how early? |
We've known Nina long enough to recognize that as a nervous smile.
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Liz and hubby post race. |
Maryann and Guy standing tall after a great race...
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oh wait not that tall; Big John in for perspective.
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Carolyn, please call if you go into the foot massage
business as well. |
Greg debriefing. |
Pete doing his bit for Arab-American relations.
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Murphy, doing the road-rash shuffle. Now you're initiated
Murphy. |
No, now you're initiated, now that you're in one of
my self portrait shots. |
Bob and John |
How did Cale and Margo get changed so quickly?
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Buds |
"Say, how can you guys walk around all day like that?"
Now you tell me who asked whom that question. |
Peace breaks out in Orlando. You have to look closely
at the knee bandage. |
Some not-so-synchronized, but very happy swimmers
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Cale takes it one drink at a time later that night
at Pleasure Island... |
but has one drink too many as he's up on stage reliving
his harrowing racing career. Luckily he was thinking enough to put on
a toupee and glasses before going on stage. |
OK, we know how the first two got their beads, but
how did Margo? |
 Later, Margo is about to demonstrate how she got her
beads. |
Warm sunny Orlando and The Wild Kingdom. |
The narration almost had us fooled; we almost thought
we were in Africa. |
Maybe the Rainbo jacket was the giveaway that we were
still in Orlando. |
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