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| Bad Kat shows how to make money in crosses races... |
We’ll file this one under the “happy wife, happy life” category. With that set up, L-Web piled into the Honda fit with Monk and I as we headed off to long island for Saturday’s racing.
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| Dennis Looks smashing in orange... Pictures from my I(phone). |
For those scoring at home, we had 5 bikes, wheels, three people, a trainer, and 3 cycling bags stuffed full of clothes, comfortably in the Honda fit. Honda Fit=LOVE.
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| Lauri with great technique, not that "i love you man" shit her kid Jeffy does. |
The courses at The SUUUPER Cup of Cross in Long Island are really fast, and really fun. Open flat out sections that find me searching for a wheel to suck, and lots of hard tight corners. Triple F: Fast, Flowy and Fun.
Saturday’s race saw me get into a nice group with Benny the Jewlar, Krueger, Johan with the Chad chasing hard. The middle two laps I felt a little flat. Todd and Johan got clear from us and Ben and I worked together pretty well. I think Ben and I each wanted the other one to drag us around. We might train together too much.
Final two laps, we are starting to claw Johan back, when the junior party came through. Johan is strong and smart, and he grabbed some junior wheel to stay clear of us. Chad was getting a little closer than I wanted him on the final lap, and I went to the front and drilled it, leading into the final barriers just 100 meters from the finish. I had a clear shot to the finish, I decided to bobble my remount and open the door for Ben, who was happy to come into my house, sit in my chair, drink my beer, and pet my dog. I lost the sprint by half a wheel, with one foot clipped in. Fuck. Good on you Benny.
Is it better to lose a sprint to a stranger, or a dude you train with every week? Not sure I know yet.
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| Monkey had a good day, pulling down 11th both days. |
Drive home was pretty spectacular because Diane and Laurie refused to eat at the rest stop, so we wandered off the turnpike for 50 minutes, ignoring GPS and Apple Food Aps, to get totally freaking lost, and end up eating at Wendy’s. Freaking Wendy’s. At least the frosty was good. Sometimes when it’s spiraling out of control, it’s just best to paddle out and ride the wave to the end. “cowabunga!”
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| Does this photo make my butt look big? |
Sunday was a race of anger for me. End of the first lap, I’m sitting inside the top 15 or so. We are lined up pretty much head to toe. The dude just in front of me imploded over a small curb, and as we get gaped off the race, my front wheel hits his chain ring, or something as I try to squirt around him, and my tire goes flat pretty instantly. I watch the rest of the race pretty much ride away from me. I get my B bike, and proceed to ride a solo, angry ride, picking up a spot or two, bridging up to Howard, only to lose him at the end of the final lap. My legs were pretty good Sunday, so I was kinda grumpy about this one…
I refused to leave the turnpike for food on the way home.
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| What's Missing from this picture? Fatfreaking Marc, that's what's missing! |
Don’t tell Diane, that despite all the driving, It was really nice to sleep in my bed Saturday night… Fun weekend of racing, despite feeling like I left some stuff on the table.
0-1-1 against Crossresults this weekend.
8-6-3 for the season
Thanks for reading.
Respect
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Pictures from Dennisbike.com; Appletans; and my crappy I(phone)
1 comment:
What's with all the weird eyewear in this race? Badkat is sporting the "Those were too big for Auer" model, while Lady Di is shooting for the "librarian hipster look" (your book is not here yet, but I already hate the ending). And despite the glasses, all you could find was a Wendy's?
Miss y'all,
Jan
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