Self Conscious

You know, I'm starting to get a little self conscious. I mean, I get that I'm fatmarc, and I am what I am. When I joined C3, I clearly remember the director committing to me, "I'll never put you in a white kit." because frankly, I look like bibs the Michelin man in a white kit.

Last cross season, our Halloween kit was the storm troopers. Yes, it was a white kit, no it wasn't flattering, but damn it, it was storm trooper and I dug it. Yup, I am the fat stormtrooper.

Hell, I'm a good sport, I even bought the team's one off white kits for the summer (see header)...

Thursday night on the blue cup ride, my bike just didn't feel right, something was off. Friday morning, as Diane and I flew through the dirt sidewalk that middlerun has become, I broke my saddle. The rail gave out and bent beyond repair. It looked like the seat had been through a tornado...

For those scoring at home, that's my second saddle destroyed this year. This second one was only 3 months old. I really am the lead ass of the group. Taking Fatmarc to new extremes. Holy crap. Maybe it's was just bad titanium, yeah that's it, bad titanium....

Photo Blog now:

clear uniform violation- I can expect a fine from the director at the end of the month.

Monkey sporting the team's one off white summer kit.

We woke up to find all these people in our driveway Saturday morning, so we went for a ride. It was fun.

Fireworks courtesy of my next door neighbor.

We made Jake run alongside of us the entire loop this morning.

Who is that handsome Devil? No, not Ted Logic! No. not Dennis Bike, or Jake, DLowe or even K-man. Come on it's me, Fatmarc, I'm the damn seat destroying handsome devil.

Happy 4th.

Respect

Fatmarc