Jebbager on a cross bike.


Great course, tough competition, I had a really good time. Slick Rick rode with me in the toaster. He took 6th out of 27 in his class, which was brutal. Did I mention he did a road race Saturday? His comment about this was, "you do double race weekends every once in a while to remind yourself how stupid that is..."

I took fourth in the Elite Single Speed Class. When Did I become Elite? Anyway, field was 12 deep and all tough mofo's too. Rock Star E.Roman took the W, followed by Travis, and Wes the Conqueror.

I hadn't seen Eric, or Wes in a while so it was good to shoot the shit, and race with them again. For anyone worried, Wes is still the best looking bike racer out there and I swear could be a model. Diane concurs. The race was good, I can't say I was ecstatic with my ride, but I'm not totally disappointed either. Basically, I rode steady and consistent. Up the first climb, I saw Travis and Wes, they were right there, but really I wasn't sure how much gas was in the tank, I haven't done a ton of intensity yet this year. So I backed off a bit. Then they were gone.

At the end of the first lap Topher caught me on the final downhill, we exchanged pleasantries. He is riding very well, and French Creek is territory he gets to ride very often. I was lucky to get a little gap on him on the second lap, and to be able to hold him off. I was afraid the powers of his mystical beard would surely overpower me. Fortunately my sideburns provided enough defense from the darkside of the force.

My body feels kinda weird. Mentally, I just kept thinking of the bloody fucking fist, and just ground through my laps. I didn't have any big moves, no attacks, not even a particularly fast start. I just ground through the race.