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OCTOBER 2015
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TRIATHLON CLUB OF SAN DIEGO
Member Profile 4 Weekly Workout Calendar 5 Ironman Finishers 6 TCSD Conversation: Tracy 7 Share Your Adventure 13
TCSD Conversation: Bill New Members Sun Safety Tips Its The Law: Under Insured
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My OCTOBER CLUB TRIATHLON Date/Location/Time: Saturday, Oct. 31th Fiesta Island 6am set-up. 7am start Format: 700 meter swim, 12.5 mile bike & 4 mile run.
SWAP MEET Saturday, November 7th 10am Location: Pulse Endurance Sports (formaly HiTech Bikes) 7638 Clairemont Mesa Blvd San Diego, CA 92111 Check the Club’s website, Facebook page and/or Yahoo group forum for the most up to date activity details.
human, Cassie, loves me and bicycling. gruff. I try to avoid She calls me Wolfgang, her fifteen- them. After me, Cassie’s pound, orange wondercat. I understand a few words she says: my name, “kibbles,” bicycle is her pride and joy. For a long time “treats,” and “no!” She used to say A tale of fiction by Barbara Javor she kept it in the that last word a lot, but garage. One night since installing after she went to scratching posts and sleep I saw through cat furniture in our the window a shadbig cave, and letting owy form of a me explore our yard human entering whenever she’s home during the the back door day, she doesn’t say “no!” as of the often. She doesn’t let garage. I me go out at growled, night. If a tombut Cassie cat or raccoon invades our yard after dark, all I can do is sit by didn’t hear me. Soon the human left carrying the bike. In the morning Cassie found the garage door the window and growl at it. “Why do you steal stuff?” she sometimes says. I ajar and went frantic. During my morning rounds I don’t know what it means, but she usually says it jumped on the garden wall by the garage door and after I’ve found something with an interesting or sniffed the doorknob. I detected something stinky odor that I drag to her bed, into one of the besides the scent I knew was from Cassie’s hands. closets, or outside to hide. Socks, bicycle gloves, The scent was faint and a bit familiar, but I didn’t kitchen sponges, stuffed toys from the neighbors’ know when I had smelled it before. yards—they’re my treasures when the mood hits. I sauntered inside the garage and sniffed the On weekend mornings she rides her bicycle for a broken cable lock on the floor next to the leg of few hours. Sometimes cyclists meet in our front the workbench where Cassie had locked the bike. yard to start the ride there. Afterwards they gather I sniffed around the workbench and found the in our back patio for refreshments and conversa- same faint scent that was on the doorknob. Soon tion. I don’t really know these people. A few are two strangers in uniforms knocked on the door of nice and give me tidbits, but our cave, and Cassie talked to them for a while. the rest usually ignore me. One or two can be She gave them pictures of her bike. If I’m her
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