Adventures of the Hullabaloo Crew

Millersburg is a very cool little town set on the east side of the susquehanna river north of Harrisburg. If you know PA well, then you know that Rt 11 goes north along the west side of the river and so to get to Millersburg , you have to go very far north or south and then backtrack or take a ferry across the river. It's not easy to get to, which is bad for motorists, good for cyclists. Before the race, we were cruising around town and came across a waterfront park off the beaten path on the river just 1 block away from the main street of town. As Terry was soaking in the beauty, he just about ran straight into a blue haired lady driving a 1975 plymouth . The lady was all smiles and waving, little did we know that she was thinking 'if you take one step closer I'm pulling out my baseball bat'. Between races, we ate at the Wooden Nickel for lunch which seemed to be the only option, but a good one at that! The service was excellent and the food was great. I even had a b...

This morning Kellie Sue and Jackson entered their first ever triathlon. As we pulled into the parking lot, Suzi and I were surprised to see Jared 's van laden with Haymarket Bicycles logos. So I guess he isn't lying when he says that he volunteers as the local wrench at these events ;). Jackson ended up second in his division, which we were all very proud of and Kellie Sue might have placed top 3 in her group if she hadn't drifted around the transition area for several minutes trying to figure out where to go! pics and videos of the event -> here .

Submitted by Suzi Burns, tolerant spouse [Herndon, VA] - On Monday, August 4th motorists driving home on Rt. 29 in Northern Virginia witnessed an almost superhuman feat of strength and endurance. As their vehicles crept forward toward their homes at turtle speed, a man in white ( aren't all heroes dressed in white? ) and blue dashed by them on their right, pedaling his bike faster than their gas-guzzling yuppie-mobiles were driving. Who was this crazy person? How can he go so fast? How far is he riding? Where is he storing his laptop? Is that a Blackberry hanging out of the back of his jersey? Does he have Starbucks in those water bottles? Does he wear that silly outfit all day long in meetings? So many questions, yet no way to have them answered, as this cyclist sped past them...his legs pumping faster than their fists to the beat of the hip hop of 99.5 that was blaring on their car radios. Suddenly however, the tempo of this elite executive cyclist came to a halt. Blockin...