Bus drop off at the base of the Jamestown bridge. Port-a-potties ready for action.
Pace markers at the starting line.
When I returned to the Newport Grand after the race, I expected to be locked out of the car. I called my sister-in-law who confirmed that she didn't have a spare key and the only way she knew how to get back in was with the remote. My brother-in-law suggested to try the key in the trunk. Voilå! Thankfully, I shed a couple of pounds recently because climbing into the front of the car from the trunk in a Subaru Forrester is not meant for everyone. Both my brother and sister-in-law are tall. For their sake, I hope they never get locked out.