i remember it well. a cold day. week-old snow still rotting on the sidewalks. we stood in tompkins square park waiting. and waiting. and waiting some more. finally, we heard the lunatics screaming down the street. then they came into view, group after group of insane, drunk, cold people pulling shopping carts through new york. they were tired, they were chilly, they were likely to vomit in the near future.
it's time again, kids.
idiotarod is back!