Here we are in rural central Virginia for a small triathlon that Gary is officiating. Pretty rolling countryside. The race will be very nice, I’m sure. Me? I’m going for a nice long ride. We have a 60+ miler all charted out and weather’s going to be really great.
We’re checking into the hotel, which is really nice by the way, and I notice a Capital Area police car. Hmmm… Interesting. Next thing I know a fancy bus w/ tinted windows has rolled up and the office and parking lot is filled with federal agents. Guys with dark suits and ear pieces. Probably some under cover guys & gals too. Not sure what dignitary is taking a break from DC this weekend out here, but they warrant quite an entourrage. I’m not sure if I feel more safe or less safe with Feds everywhere.