Friday, November 27, 2015

Ice Cream!

For the third year going, I am traveling up to Le Mars, Iowa for the Frosty Cross races this weekend. This race is fun. The people who promote it are super cool and have put a lot of resources into designing a challenging course that features a flyover, and a 260' sand pit. The cash payouts are very good, and equally divided among men and women. And after it's all said and done, the local bike shop hosts an open house with a generous spread of goodies and libations for all.

On top of all that, Le Mars is the ice cream capital of the world, which of course means a trip to the Wells' Blue Bunny Ice Cream Parlor and Museum in downtown Le Mars. And for some reason, probably because it was funny the first time Lucas did it three years ago, imitating Forrest Gump saying ICE CREAM is also part of that tradition. Silly. But I would be lying to you if I denied chuckling to myself while typing that last sentence. 

The Scene:
The Trek Store Sprinter van is rolling down Central Ave in downtown Le Mars. Lucas, who up until this moment has been
lurking quietly on Instagram in the van's second row, sits up, squares his shoulders, and begins to deadpan Forrest Gump's staccato southern accent.
The real nice thang 'bout the Frosty Cross Races in Le Mars Iowa is the ICE CREAM. After all the races, and the parties at the bicyle shop, we pile into the Trek Store Sprinter Van and drive over to the Wells Blue Bunny Ice Cream Parlor and Museum on Central Street in Le Mars Iowa. That's in downtown Le Mars, just off highway 75 in Plymouth County Iowa. 

Now the Blue Bunny Ice Cream Parlor and Museum has just about anything you could imagine you'd ever want to eat or drink, that is, if your diet is ice cream. They have over 40 diff'rent types of flavors, shakes and malts. And they have all sorts of toppings -- hot fudge, caramel, nuts, marshmallows and chopped up candies... shoot, they even have Mamma's favorite, the chocolate mudslide, which isn't at all like a box of chocolates, but nobody cares because it tastes so good. 

So anyway, being that I just finished the Frosty Cross races where number one, I burned 'bout a bazillion calories or something like that while riding that flyover and running that sandpit; and number two, I got more podium money in my pocket than Davy Crockett, I think I'll have me about 15 scoops of ice cream...


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