Next there was a mad scramble to get over the Burnside bridge and to Western Bikeworks in the Pearl. My coworkers cheered me on while downing the next cake. Not even one crumb could be left on the ground.
Next stop was at someone's house in Southwest. Fourteen more cakes waited for us, this set with sprinkles. I used to love sprinkles! I had already puked a couple of times and felt ok about downing a bunch for the team since it'd be on its way back out shortly.
The plan was to get to the Springwater, but the displaced Sellwood Bridge confused us, or maybe it was all that sugar. We found ourselves on Milwaukee instead. Turned out to be a nice straight shot, up through Lloyd, with only a quick stop at a light to put sparkly valve caps on my teammates' bikes.
Now Williams and a bottleneck of racers. I turned off to take a shortcut and lost half my team. Alley Cat racing has taught me you rarely stop for lights - just turn instead. Arriving at the finish line on Mississippi, I was stunned to find more cakes. We sat, slowly masticating these horrible desserts for the final race to the finish.
And we tied. For third. It was agreed that two from each team would down a beer to break the tie. I had the Texan on my team and he was pretty thirsty. So was I. We killed that beer like it was a glass instead of a liter. And won this.