Racing rreeeeecap: Bike pile is built, beer is slammed, pile dissassembled, race! About half-way through the most grueling 24 minutes this side of the Mississippi River I get behind a leisurely rider.
Side Note: Leisurely riders are both welcome and encouraged to show up to MOTAB. There's been a number of times that leisurely rider has been myself, or that leisurely riders account for most of the attendees.
Back to the racing, Saturday I was in no mood to take it easy, Gregor was in town, Racist Pete was racing for America and we all had a few beers. So I get behind the leisurely rider coming out of turn 1, still behind her we're heading into turn 2, I get impatient and try to cut on the inside coming out of the turn, my front wheel's 28c tire doesn't agree with my angle of attack and instead of mounting the 2" asphalt step-up, it slides quickly out from under me. I was leading a paceline of about 3 other drunks...er....riders, so I grab my bike and flip it out of the way (drunkenly) in doing this the handlebars smash me in the face and my recoil bounces the back of my head off the asphalt. But I'm OK!!
I might even have a job at Saris...we'll see if I impressed Roy enough.
One last point: The leisurely rider I couldn't wait to pass won the race. Way to go Lindsey. She kept up the all-female winning streak - it's been 3 in a row now for the women. The kittens have all the juicy gossip.
Wait, I'm not done yet - WTF does the title have to do with racing - Megs and I are probably getting a puppy this week. SNAP!
4 comments:
Phillip Seymour Francis Bacon Bean Turnip Radish Dip III
Good luck on that there job.
How'd you find out my real name?
I'm crafty. I get around. That's how senor.
Turnips aren't so bad. It's the beets you have to watch out for. Little fuckers will stain your countertops.
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