Smashed Jimmies...

Brian scores the best shot of the year, as his daughter runs across the finish line with him. I thought it was cute but perhaps a little cruel to make your daugher pace you for the entire race by running along side of you. Kids always have so much energy! (picture stolen from dennisbike.com)


Rolled out of the Pike Creek Baptist Church for tonight's edition of the Tuesday Night Titans. The group was a mighty solid one with Todd (el presidente) maestroing, once a week Paul, Green Trek John, Les, (International Man of Mystery), Fort James, Biddle (ty domi of cross), Single Speed Dan, and Matty (run forest) pulling a pop in fresh at white clay.

Over on the judge, Todd (el presidente) pulled the cheeky move of the year, as he passed a runner, then attacked as the rest of the group as we were jammed up as we yielded to the runner and let him continue to a place were all of us could pass. Perhaps, Todd should review the imba rules. In true Todd (el presidente) fashion, he complained that the tank was feeling pretty empty tonight, but still he kept attacking away.

On the white clay side, we dove into the skills trail, and I decided to ride the rock garden versus the skinny bridge. I don't know where my head was as I totally stacked it in this section. Up on to the bars, and smashed my Johnson right on the stem. Luckily I land on my feet and walk it out. Les, international man of mystery rode by on the skinny bridge and said, "I saw that!" I tried to speak, but being that my boys were up in my throat, I couldn't squeak a sound. I went up the trail and started to ride down toward the rocks again, I tried to feather my rear break, and realized my cable was kinked at the top of the housing. Thus I had no rear break. I scurried down the skills trail avoiding an obstacles, and still hurting in the junk area. I am certain that if I wasn't 1970's pubic furry down there, I could see a huge bruise just above my twig and berries. Okay, I'm done talking about my junk now. SS Dan who has some issues too and was also off the back said, "do you know where they went?" I replied, "nope, sorry dude, I'm not chasing Todd with just a front break, I'm headed home..."

So I was dropped, sore in the pelvic region, and started to head back to the car without a rear break. I looped around a bit, because the trails were beautiful, and the night was young. Finally, back towards the car I passed a young lady walking down a step pitch. I said hello, and she said to me, "you know the first rule, when in doubt, dismount" I smiled like a Cheshire cat, remembering how I had made the beginner class at Granogue repeat this before their race. Whether she was in that crowd or not, I don't know, but I'll pretend she was. Despite my smashed family jewels, the night was a success.

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