Ted Logic...

Rides:

Saturday-
Ted Logic, Fort James and I did some reconnaissance on the Fairhill course. I focused hard on the climbs, making mental note of where they kicked, and how long each one took me to crest. I also tried to hit the new skills trail as fast as I could. Fuck my timing is off here. Saw Randal the race director, and a bunch of B-Line boys out riding too. Randal told us the B-line experts where chasing behind us, and then it was on. Ted Logic and Fort James may not have wanted to up the pace, but ego is a dangerous thing, and no way was I letting them catch us. They didn't. In the end my assessment of the course is positive, tough climbing, lots of technical. It's gonna be good.

At the end of the ride we rode through a mini renaissance fair that was at Fairhill. Fort James commented, "they probably think, look at these a-holes riding their bikes through here..." to which I commented, "nah, they pretend they are Knights and Wenches and we pretend to be bike racers. It's all make believe, pretenders don't judge..."

Sunday-
Second verse same as the first. I rode the course again with a new cast of friends and rock stars. Buddy the leg breaker, Doylebagger, Jay Jay, Mike K, Kurtee, Leo, and NY Paul. Okay, I admit I wanted to push even harder today. I was aggressive on the hills, up and down and I'd soft pedal through the middle. Last week Doylebagger stood us up, after hitting me with a line of questions like: are you going fast? Are you gonna stop a lot? Are you going to keep a good pace? So I smiled when I saw him, and committed myself to trying to put some pressure on him. I hit the big climbs even harder today than yesterday. I wanted to hurt myself, I wanted to make the group suffer. I was feeling very Todd today.

Did I put any pressure on anyone? I don't know, but I felt good. I certainly hurt myself. We had a lot of stops for flats, and weird mechanicals. Doylebagger went and pulled the triple flat move. Buddy stacked pretty hard near the end on one of the stunts. A little blood and he was slow getting up, but I think he'll be fine. It's good to finally feel good on the bike again.

Monday-
White Clay, thank God White Clay. Legs felt a little a shaky after the last 2 days, but I happily headed out with Ted logic and Matty T (run forest). White Clay was silly fast and dry. Saw the D&Q crew complete with Dougie Fresh. I worked hard to stay near Matt the entire ride. I don't think I heard him breath heavy one time. White Clay is great for getting your HR up, without killing your legs. It's just that fucking fast. Fun stuff. On the way home we passed KC's mom Deborah. Every time I see her out running on the trail we hail her with bells and hollers. "What's up Mrs. Compton!!" Debra is an accomplished marathon runner. She has her make up on perfectly, and smiles as she pounds out the miles. Sick. I envy runners; I wish I could suffer like that. Anyway, It was great riding with Ted and Matt. Trails were great. Even Rode the Judge, although I admit that's not really one of my favorites ...

Respect
fatmarc