Changing Lines, and Battling Back...

At Rockburn there was this corner at the end of the climb towards Team Row.  Just after the crest of the hill, it turned left, and then was a big sweeping right, back to the dirt road, and past club row. The turn itself was really very innocuous. It looked pretty innocent. The first two laps of the race, I followed the wheels in front of me, most of which took the worn in track that was starting to get a little slick. I’ll admit my tire pressure was a little higher than normal, and both times through, I slid a little in the corner. Nothing to cause alarm, but inertia was pulling my big ass towards the tape.  I gotta say, it was fun, and really not that big of a deal, except that both times I lost just a few feet on my group, and had to slam my hand in the door, and bite my lip to get back on the wheels.

Third lap through, I altered my line just slightly to the left, off of the track, and I hugged the tape on the outside. The tires hooked up like velcro, and I was able to stand and accelerate on to the dirt road, versus losing ground and momentum, and having to dig my way back to the group.

The final two laps  I used the same line, both times trying to escape my group.  Simple line selection.  A matter of maybe an inch. Maybe saved me a spot.  Cross is rad…

In school news, I got my grade back. It went pretty much as I expected. I got two of the three problems essentially 100% right, and the third zero credit.  Most of the class had similar experience to me. That said, 2 kids got it pretty much right, so despite not covering it before the test, the professor is keeping it. Yeah, there's a curve, but it's not pretty. I was furious at first, and really it's not fair, it wasn't a fair test.

but you know what, life isn't fair either. This is business school, business ain't fair. So, I'll keep doing what I do, which is work my ass off, and try to salvage this class. Battling from the back...

thanks for reading.

respect

vanderbacon