After a little more bike racing today in Ludwig's Corner, Pennsylvania, Alie and I said goodbye to the rest of the team and hit the road. This was the highlight of our drive:
OK, so the Exxon station tiger was pretty sweet, but this ceramic feline may not have been the weirdest part of our trip. At a small italian restaurant in Winchester, Virginia, our 25-year old server referred to Alie and I only as "lovely ladies" and "pretty princesses" when he waited on us. I feel like you're only allowed to refer to a girl as a pretty princess if she's under age 4, or mayyyybe if the guy saying pretty princess is a half blind and mostly senile old man.
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Or if you're gay?
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