Myrtle Beach

I had an interesting time in Myrtle Beach. I went there for a ski convention, which included a bunch of meetings. I'm the racing guy for my club. I introduced myself at the meeting, and the agenda suddenly stopped. Everyone was elated to see a Black ski club become part of their organization, and everyone's offering their support & advice on how we can get more involved and better organized. There was also an intense questioning to find out how good we are. They take racing very seriously, much more than I have. But since my club does subsidize my ski expenses, and I enjoy skiing and racing, I may let their racing passion rub off on me.

My second observation was that many of the racing leaders were injured. I don't need to ask why, or how. It's just not encouraging to follow folks in leg braces or walking with a cane.

I stayed at the Kingston Plantation. The name alone made me think twice about going, w/o even looking up its history. The ethnicities of the worker-bees versus the top dogs were as expected. It was not warm out, but that did not stop the outdoor pool from being packed. Weird.

The funniest part of my drive, was seeing this Porsche Carerra anxious to pass me on a busy stretch of a 4-laned (total) highway. Apparently, my 85 mph wasn't fast enough, so I politely scooted over. The Porsche promptly accelerated for for about... 1 second, before he had to slam on teh brakes to wait for the other car to move over. This repeated itslef every 15 seconds. A couple minutes later, I saw the same Porsche on the side of the road with its hood up. LOL