A few years ago at a Hibernia M.A.S.S. late in a race I was grinding up a climb and I saw Bill Brey up ahead. There were a lot of people lining the climb and Bill's wife to be was up on top. Seizing opportunity, I came up silently upon Bill, grabbed his lycra racing shorts and pulled them waaaay down hooking them under his seat pack before sprinting away up the hill as the crowd cheered. Bill was caught, stuck in the saddle with his pants down. He couldn't stand up and apparently couldn't get'em unhooked.
At this weekend's race in Marysville, someone dropped a pair of tighty-whiteys in the pits. Being a "fun" team relay race and Bill being Bill, he decided to wear the impressive underwear on his next lap because they looked sort of superhero-ish. By a strange twist of fate, the next lap would put us on the course together. As I was circulating the circuitous singletrack, I noticed Bill up ahead on a switchback. I could not freaking believe it! Slowly and as silently as possible, I crept up on him through the lap. Eventually slinking up behind him, I waited until the top of the climb and pulled the trigger! I pulled up beside Bills generous behind and yanked the speckled brown undiepants down and hooked them tightly under his seat pack as far as I could before sprinting away! My cheeks hurt from laughing so hard for the rest of the lap and in the finish area when we cooled down.
Bill, you make racing fun. Some people have a target on their back -- Bill looked like he had junk in the trunk. Poor Bill... I'll be sure to look for 'ya at the next race!
