Good swag was to be had by Team Frank Stallone. Harlingers Upstairs is the perfect seedy hole in the wall to hold Goldsprints. Ol' One Eye was surprised by the turnout, which was good and the crowd was growing as the night progressed. Although the boss and I bailed early.
For a first time gig, it was good. But with tons of potential to be great! Untimely bikes failures caused some delay to the festivities. The killer boom box supplied subdued sounds to the sprinters while the crowd had to turn the 'good ear' to hear what was playing. To small a gear had you maxed out in no time, even considering we were doing 250m, which should be bumped up to 500m. The pace was draconian slow. Moving through the brackets at a much more expedited manner without smoke breaks would definitely make it more of an entertaining venture.
Now photo dump...
1 comment:
you need to fix that paddy wagon you have then maybe you could keep up =)
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