chapter 55: south philly pretzels

It’s a little past midnight. My legs are still burning with the embrocation from the days race. Yeah, I know use rubbing alcohol to clean it off, but I have to admit, it’s a feeling I don’t mind. Beacon race was on slate today. That course is so much fun, so fast, wow. I had a good ride today taking 11th. Got a good start, and then after 2 laps or so found myself dangling off of the 5-10th group. On the runs, I’d get myself back on, when I had to pedal, I’d find myself gapped. Just not great legs today. That’s okay, last week was the first time since ’99 that I had a MAC top 10, and frankly, It may have been only the 2nd/3rd top 10’s I’ve had in a MAC race, so I surely am not disappointed with 11th. On the final lap, I came up to E-town, and he drilled it trying one last time to get me up to that group, we had a little wrestling match over in one of the chicanes, after that I was pretty much on cruise control to the finish. Up the finishing straight, I sat up a bit until Ethan started screaming at me, I thought someone had slipped through, so I stood up and gave her a little gas, it turns out E-town was just f-ing with me.

Matt Ferrari took the w today, he was wearing fishnet stockings under his kit. Bravo Matt, Bravo. Super fast guy, Super cool too. Kat had a sweet ass bee costume too.

Monkey had a good day, Saturday night I almost printed up a check list for her as a joke, since she forgot her shoes last week. Her back has been bothering her a bit, so I let her off the hook with the list. So when we get to the race and she tells me she forgot her kit altogether I laughed out loud. Diane is not an airheaded woman at all, she’s pretty pragmatic. So to forget stuff 2 weeks in a row, well that’s pretty funny. Mike Conair lent her a Medium skinsuit, which fit kinda baggy, but beggars can’t be choosers. For the record there will be a check list before we leave for Hebe’s race.

After the Elite race, where Wes the conqueror scored a 10th place and 1 UCI point, I was very pleasantly surprised to find Elk had left some fresh south philly pretzels for me. The entire trip home I though about how good they would be to eat. Why did I wait until I got home? That is because, at home I have the super special south philly pretzel mustard, also courtesy of Elk, that frankly can not be substituted.

Diane put together another nice ride, I know she really loved the course, the Beacon guys always do a bang up job. My FIL had his first cross race today, boy he looked like found a spot of difficulty on the amphitheater of doom, but he stuck it out and had a good ride. I gotta say I was proud of him. Anyway, it’s late, and I need to get my ass in bed. Hot balmed legs and all.

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