Not totally true. I raced with the road bikes on my mountain bike at the Monteray ally cat race.
Charlie did the real race.


Then he stayed in Bizerkeley. After a heck of a hot tour we rode the BART over to San Fran and rode up Twin peaks with Kelley.
Beginning of the night:
End of the night (they're friends!):
Then Charlie sadly left but not without trying to make the most out of our time. He allowed me precisely 2.5 hours of sleep.
That was one heck of a floating holiday. That was one heck of a Charlesmas. Thank goodness it only comes around once a year.

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