Rough weekend on the racing front. Back to Back poor showings in New Jersey. 30th Saturday, 37 Sunday.I am clearly not very fast right now.
Saturday started well enough, but after 3 laps I just seemed to fade a bit. I was going hard, just not fast. Then my chain dropped and as I headed to the pit, Diane wasn't expecting me. I tried to drop my bike away from her, but sure enough, it went right into her injured knee. Yeah, I just Nancy Kerriganed my wife's injured knee. By the time I got back around I saw her on the bench crying...
She waived me on, so I finished up and came back to see her knee was good and swollen.Black and blue...
Sunday was just awful, couldn't get going, and when I did kinda get it together, I really didn't have that much "it". I battled, I grumbled, I was not very happy or nice.I gave CZ the finger. It was bad.
To say I am disappointed in my performance would be a tremendous understatement. And did I mention I took out my wife too.
thanks to my teammates, and friends who had many kind words for us this weekend.
Although my racing was poor, and I threw my bike at Diane's injured knee, we had a great group of folks at the house Saturday night:
Sweet Johnny, Meatball, Tom McKay, Bad Andy and Bad Kat.
We met some more friends for a great Thai dinner.So to summarize:
I raced awfully.
I am not very fast right now.
I crashed my bike into my wife's hurt knee.
We had some great folks over for the weekend.
I was not very happy after my races.
I hate cross.
I love cross.
Diane's knee is still black and blue but getting better (thank goodness).
I'll try to do better next week.
respect.
fatmarc
4 comments:
Ice that knee, will ya? Off and on heat too. Poor Diane! That sucks ass!
It is always the darkest right before dawn my friend. You have to be poor before you can truly enjoy being rich. Know what I am saying? I think you are about to uncork something very big soon.
Jimmy Rock worships you. Uncle Fatticus. He doesn't care if you had a lousy race. I won't tell him about Monkey's knee. Hate to have you tumble from the pedastal...
Oh, and he was cheering "Strong like bull" not "smoke a bowl" which is what his Uncle Mike thought he heard.
So, strong like bull, fast like squirrel at Fair Hill.
I'd be flipping to if that old guy was passing me :) Get it together for Fair Hill.
Steve
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