written by Morgan

It’s Monday, once again I’ve run the 380 mile Hell-trek.  I am tired, I am cranky, here comes the bile… I’ve got a few friends that are into auto racing.  I’m not even a little bit interested in watching a redneck drive 500 miles in a circle.  But, I have an alternative solution.  If the [...]

Read the rest of Monday, 6-30-8

written by Morgan

No, I’m not eating fast food. C’mon, I just want to get back to the room and crash. No.  I am sitting down and having real food. Well we walked to the other end of the airport and found out that Cuban place was counter service.  I tried to get you real food, now you [...]

Read the rest of Thursday, 6-26-8

written by Morgan

It is my own fault.  I don’t like it but it is my fault.  Steve called me and asked if I wanted to make an attempt at writing the rigging report for checkpoint Interim C-D.  The rigging report is a mammoth document that has to be perfect.  So I spent a few hours writing up [...]

Read the rest of Wednesday, 6-25-8

written by Morgan

Today’s pile of bile is brought to you by the letter X.  Okay, may the letter R.  In either case, it’s not Disney rated… An open letter to the woman I was behind at the airport today: Dear strange lady in the neon green micro skirt, I know you don’t know me and I in [...]

Read the rest of Monday, 6-23-8