And the winner is....

apparently not me

In the past month I have hyper extended my thumb, smashed my face into the ground, dropped a case of cat food on my toes, cracked the side of my foot with me mar's sliding board, and now this incident. I was on a harmless social paced ride with Scott T at Francis Beatty Park in Charlotte just having fun when all of the sudden a tree decided to shift over six inches to the right and directly into my path. I now have a nice, loose flap of finger skin and there is a decent sized piece of skin missing, but I didn't bother looking around inside my glove for it.

I've had a rough off "season". My mojo has turned into a no jo. Only two of the incidents and accidents happened while I was actually riding, and two of the others occurred while essentially doing laundry in a most dangerous fashion. Based on these facts I have concluded that doing laundry is just as hazardous to your health as mountain biking or maybe even smoking, so I think next year when the "season" starts I may have to avoid washing my own duds. I don't think I can risk it.

Oh yeah, most of you are probably here to see who won the ultimate grand prize from last week's That Butt Stuff poetry contest...

Well, the winner is:

Blair said...

My Haiku....

Dicky's wife is great
Her beauty is unrivaled
She puts up with lots.

The Pie read all the entries last night while I was away at the brocery store buying beer under the assumption that my absence would help to keep her selection process legit. She picked Blair's entry because "This is a Bad Idea Racing contest. Why would I reward people who put out a lot of effort or follow the rules? Besides, he's right and ass kissing goes a long way... you have to know who your audience is.". The Pie did mention that she was impressed by all the effort that some of you folks had put into your entries, but then again she was also surprised to find out I had been writing a blog. Blair knows how to get a hold of me to claim his prize since we have occasional contact with each other (I recently asked him if he'd be my snuggle buddy at the Pisgah 36 Hour Adventure Race... he declined). He's already sacked up and entered the silly race, so I know he'll probably be able to put his tube of That Butt Stuff to good use.