Crack Kills - and other things learned on the road...

Funny thing happened at Washington Park tonight. Helen and I just finished four miles and decided to get two more miles in - what the heck, we're hot, we're sweaty, and how much worse could it get out there? We head down the big hill toward the Carillon and we heard these voices, "Hey, girls - what's shaking?" Of course, because we're thinking we're just so cute with sweat pouring from every spot on our bodies, we flip our blonde ponytails over our shoulders to see who was yelling at us. These two guys came toward us on bikes and as they passed us, we almost passed OUT! Here's two extremely overweight 30 - something guys in hawaiian shirts and khaki pants on mountain bikes cruising the park. Which would have been okay, EXCEPT you could see the entire bare butt of the guy in the back. I'm not talking cute, little small of the back curves, but full crack! Guys. Seriously. If that's your problem - cover your rear! They make longer shirts! We got the giggles so bad, we had to walk the next hill. Oh, how I wish I had a camera with me tonight........ I was going to post a picture from the web that was kinda like what we saw, but I didn't want to offend anyone! Sure brought a smile to our faces tonight!

Since they had on hawaiian shirts - we kept looking around for grass skirts and coconuts, togas and tuxes, but no such luck - some guys know when to hang up their coconuts. You just never know what you'll find on the road!