Two hours and forty minutes of running, swearing, and panting into cellphones. We ran through a wedding reception, a Harvard tour, and up an I-93 off-ramp. Twelve clues, crossed the line 18th (of 150) and disqualified for picking the wrong Salem St pizza place. No trip to Miami for me.
What is Dan talking about? Urban Challenge, the most fun I have ever had in Boston before 9 am. I kept the pictures from the camera phone. Enjoy them here.
Categories: Me Me Me
12:27 AM | 2 comments
June 23rd, 2004 at 10:59 PM
ah another year of urban challange, I saw some of those crazy people on the T, wondered if you were doing that again.
June 24th, 2004 at 9:47 AM
Yup, sweating all over the good people who were just out for their Saturday walk. Everyone is totally confused when they see people with race numbers on the T.