Best of ‘08: Race Meal
Thursday, October 30th, 2008Lots of races, lots of race meals. Most are the forgettable sort. A Chili’s takeout we (I!!) choke down late at night, a chain Mexican restaurant in a dry county or some granola and beef jerkey washed down with hotel sink water. On several occasions though with the help of my wife Daniele and some proper planning, the dinner meal transcends simple refueling.
This particular meal was accompanied by iceberg lettuce bag salad, trans-fat special garlic bread and a Wheeler blessing. The next morning Dille and Wheeler powered a break that would launch him one downhill-attack (perhaps more lasagna next time?!?) away from the Ft. Davis overall GC.
Some meals were memorable for the wrong reasons. This in-house job turned our protein source into indiscernible charred carcass. You know what they say though, “When in Possum Kingdom…”







