It was like something out of a bad movie about blackmail: send some strangers in a different country an email at midnight, their time. They send you a cryptic message in return. You give them access to money in your bank account via paypal. They send you an email with a number, in this case 20, and a promise that you will hurt.
Come September 1 and 2, I will hurt. And my liver will hurt. And I will don the number 20. Single Speed World Championships 2007 is on. Aviemore Scotland. Now I just have to get there. And ride alot.
Buddy's or Marc's blogs for more there. The only bad part of the day was that Dan the Man crashed and busted up his innards, and half of Marysville PA saw my junk at its smallest.