Sometimes things are better left alone

Mark "Elk" Elsasser is flying in on Thursday to join me for the drive down to Fool's Gold this weekend. In an attempt to save money and enjoy his travels without the burden of a bike box he shipped his bike down to me last week.

It's a good thing he shipped it to Team Dicky World Headquarters. I don't know what woulda happened had he sent it to one of my branch offices. It mighta got lost in the mailroom, liberated by one of my less than trustworty servants, or tied up in customs by WADA (there always searching my mail for performance enhancing products).

I thought I'd do Elk a favor since he's getting here late on Thursday, so I went ahead and unpacked his box for him. I got the bike out and put it on the stand in preparation for the build, but there was more stuff at the bottom of the box.

"What do we have here?"

Can't see it?

We'll be camping out both nights in Georgia, and I guess Elk is just a little too sophisticated for s'mores. Sweet baby Jesus, I loves me a well built gingerbread house.

I remember Elk mentioning a problem with pre-race jitters and bathroom reluctance issues, but it looks like he's solved that problem.

Packing material?

No campsite is complete without a nice Yankee candle... I guess. I dug around looking for an Enya CD or maybe some bubble bath, but there wasn't any in the box that I could find. Oddly enough the candle was beached whale scented.

More packing material. Geez, Elk must really love his bike a lot if he's using fluffy kittens for packing material. Don't worry, I saved them for re-use on his return trip.

A little reading material?

I sure hope he can read quietly to himself. I'm not much for romantic novels without a historical theme.

I guess the Fool's Gold mighta been scheduled at the wrong time of the month for Elk. Guess I'll be picking up Elk AND Aunt Flo Thursday night.