
Hi! Everyone! Jemima Jones Beck here.
This weekend Mom and I went and watched Dad ride in another cycling race.
It was really exciting, and I totally tuckered myself out by getting all worked up every time that Dad rode by.
Here are some pictures:
This picture is of me riding in the car on the way to the race. Mom made me wear my new waterproof coat so that I wouldn't get soaked by the snow and smell like wet pug...

There's Dad on the right zipping past us. Mom and I were standing so close to the action that Mom's hair would whip back in the breeze created by the peloton's passing.

In this picture, I am watching Dad closer and closer and closer and...

Hey! He rode right by us! What the heck?!? Where is he going so fast?

There's Dad, in the middle of the pack.

This is The End of the race. Dad is in blue on the right (with his tongue hanging out if you embiggen the picture) battling the Dude on the left. You can see that Dad came in just a half a wheel length behind him for 7th place which is REALLY good considering that Dad moved up a category after that last race when he came in third.
Good job Dad! I'm looking forward to more races this season!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck