240:

I am sitting at my desk after the baker’s dozen. By all accounts, the race was a glowing success for the coalition. We raced hard, we brought home the bacon, and had our teams in the thick of things through out the day.

I’ll admit it my memories of the race are dark. E-town was not having a great day, he really had to dig deep into his bag of courage to get through this. 5th place for he and Auer, was a strong performance, despite many challenges. I have raced with Buddy for god I can’t even remember how many of these things, and I remember sitting with him around 9pm and him just starring into space. He said to me, “ I don’t know if I can keep this up…”

I have never heard him utter a word like that, even though I know that he, with is partner BLRich would push through for a strong 8th place. I watched myself bark at my wife as she told me she thought she’d have to take the last lap likely at 11:59pm. My teammate Rik looked exhausted, and tired. I think to myself, “jesus, what have I done to these people, I’m yelling at my wife, she’s riding her best, Rik had gotten away from this, and I, I brought him back in…”
I see my friends, my family laying on the ground suffering trying to get some food in their stomachs to stick. Everyone is trying to get something to power the effort we are putting forth. Wes’s grime covered face, and sheer exhaustion at the finish line. Tom’s lost dazed look as he wandered around the course. “this is a recovery lap” he said to L-Web before leaving.

The course itself, was not that difficult. Smooth fast single track, that was fun to rip, with some rocky sections. You ride over a clump of rocks, around a clump of rocks, through two large boulders. But overall the course was brutally fast, no sections to just glide and roll, no time off the gas. It was attacking, pedaling, pushing the entire time.

Jeff was hurting, a little after 10:00 he had lost his stomach. Gu’s and Gatorade, any solid food had become kryptonite to him. The ever jovial duo of Wheelie Ted and Breyla la had grim determination in their eyes. As defending champions, they were in a battle and trailing by 18 minutes as the sun had set. Doyle Rules, who regularly abuses everyone at this campsite on the toughest of hills, and on the hardest of rides, seemed to incessantly moan and whine. He was hurting like I suspect he had never hurt before. At about 10:15, sitting in a huddle of my friends and teammates, I think to myself, “this is fun? Why the hell are we doing this?” Here I see all my friends looking like death, sunken eyes, veins popping out of legs, grimy faces, and just tired, worn out people.
Dark thoughts parade around my head, as my arms and back still throb with pain. Despite drinking as much water as I could get down after the race, my urine looks like it should be lighting up a neon sign saying “eat at joes.”

The coalition has gotten very good at the team endurance race game. We know how to stratagize. we know how to prepare, we know how hard it is to just finish one of these events, let alone dream of winning. As I looked around the campsite seeing my friends in agony, I question why.

I will admit to you, that at the end, when our plan came to fruition, when the object of my spring focus was over, I did not feel exhilaration, or a rush of excitement, I felt relief. For years, I would always cry when one of these things was over. The tally on me, on my soul was that great, the emotional and physical demand of the race was too much and would regularly leave me balled up somewhere on the ground, crying for joy that it was over, crying out of pride of what we were able to accomplish. These are so hard.

This time, I shed no tears, only felt relief. Relief that the pain was over, relief that we had survived another of these things. I swore right then that these team endurance races are the stupidest thing we ever do, and I for one, am done.

Once again I had look around our compound, and the faces that just two hours ago were long and broken, seemed to have perked up, some are even smiling. Some beers are shared, as well as pizza eating techniques. It could be described as a small celebration.

We’ve done it again, pushed ourselves, our relationships, our trust, our abilities to the brink, for no other reason than we can. I believe that we are all stronger for it.

At lunch today, I stopped by Henry’s to share some of our pirates treasure with truck stop gavigan, the mechanic for this group last weekend. At the shop, I found Rik, Lauri, and Tom. We all complained of hurting, but laughed and smiled about our experience. We talked about how much we loved the venue, how fast the course was, and shared racing stories with each other. Later, I caught up with Buddy, who was all smiles. We shared more stories, and talked about how much we missed Peaches this weekend. It’s never the same without peaches, next year my friend, next year…

Finally, I understood why we had done it, why we’ll do it again. The experiences, the friendships built in the crucible of pain that is these endurance races, are strong. You know no matter how shattered Rik, Buddy, or I am, we won’t quit, we’ll keep driving, we won’t let our teammates, our friends, our brothers and sisters down. I find that much like Napoleon Dynamite, when you are experiencing it, it may not be that fun, but talking about it, it feels like the greatest movie ever made. The suffering is great, but in the end, these events are always worth it. Scheming about next year has already begun.

Perhaps when I think my soul has finally turned black, and I am at the end of my rope, I am wrong, there is light, hope springs eternal…

respect

faticus

239: Baker's Dozen Please...

dateline: Leesburgh, Va.

and each of you is a reminder to the earth of what it's capable of

you are all the reason: jumping, rational, lackadaisical, irrational

you are ceaseless sieges on cities of Joy, the reason Agamemnon went to Troy.

you are those gods, abase yourself at the knees of yourself

intelligence is not discipline it is a experience..

allow it to explode: destroy buildings I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.

did I lose that sweater or did it lose me?

And language was invented so people could lie.

don't just say I love you, let your love perspire and fly.

it is the most profound gymnastic and incredible calisthenics

let me pole vault you, let me cartwheel into your beauty, in an ideal love affair.

We never have to say I love you, studder first, by the way I love you.

sweaters that are loneliness which is a delusion

sweaters that emasculate creating confusion

a giant repression, nothing is so precious

sweater of lycra, sweaters of spandex: we don't need them.

sweater of knit wear creating the reason that Cesar went to Gaul

we don't need the sweater, walk through the sweater

the sweater that murders,the sweater that takes over our lives

and remind us that we don't like the way we walk.

the sweater, walk through the sweater Apocalypse and find your own warmth.

bicycles are red hot. patten leather jumpsuits.

two twins in black trunks.

never kid ya, slobber paralyze.

drive by two times. blowing out high-fi's

Dreamed I choked on your kaleidoscope

Now you still look deadly
My fatal flower how the tigers all laughed

As I ran along the well worn paths
Sapphire eye looks down on my lilacs.

Insincere as we rolled for years in turning barrels

I washed my hands in the lake

As you blew it all away with roman candles

So take your fever let me wallow alone

The callus on your eyes have grown

and your faults have me stoned.

Paying rent to your ghost.

Torn up by a frightened little girl

words by people cooler than me.

coalition results:

1st DUO Open: Breyla la and Wheelie Ted

1st DUO Men's: Zayne Braun and Jebbagger

1st TRI Open: Slick Rick, Monkey and Faticus

2nd DUO Men's: Blair Blair and Jan

3rd Women's Solo: Melanie Nystrom

4th DUO Open: LWeb and Papa Smurf

4th Men's Single Speed: Trevor

5th DUO Men's: Auer and E-town (coming soon to MTV reality TV!)

8th DUO Men's: BLRich and Buddy the Keg Breaker

10th DUO Men's: Jay Jay and Doyle Rules

12th DUO Men's: Kennedy and Norman

16Th DUO Men's: F-James and Dave (who had the most fun of anyone)

25th DUO Men's: Cory and City Kid

Men's single speed Solo: Les Leach (12 laps, 3 highlifes, and two naps)

Men's single speed Solo: Sven Nystrom (riding until he feels like drinking)

Thanks to PMP, Ms. DeeVious, Fitzy, Brian, Truck Stop Gavigan, Ms. earmuffs, and Megan B. for all their support this weekend.

Congrats to JDub, Chappy, and Fallon 1st TRI MEN's as well.

respect

faticus

238: coming out of the dark

my mask of pain is giving me wrinkles. The other morning I was looking in the mirror, and I said to Diane, "How did I get these wrinkles?" Without stopping she says, "it's your race face." Then I looked at the pictures and she was right. I get all squinty and drooly. I've been racing consistently since 1991. That's 17 years of squinting, and drooling. Yikes. That's gonna suck when I'm 50.

I know that given my lack of fashion, my preference for dressing like a 17 year old skateboarder, and my pension for wonderful sideburns, that sometimes I tend to look a little rough. The other night on the way home from climbing, I was especially rough. I think it was one of those times that Tom describes as "Faticus, promise me if you ever end up homeless you'll tell someone, because looking at you on a normal basis, no one could tell the difference".

I know he's right. But I digress, I'm driving and I feel Diane just starring at me. I comment to her, " I know honey, I look really rough tonight.." She replies with a smile, " I think you look great, you're my baby, and I love you."

Does it get and fucking better than that? does it?

As the week turns towards the final half, I'm excitedly getting ready for the baker's dozen. I have found some pretty magical form, and with Diane and Slick Rik as my teammates, I'm excited for our chances this weekend. Washing bikes, charging lights, doing laundry... This was a great event last year and I'm really looking forward to the weekend. Not to mention the DCCoD and C3 will have a pretty pimped out camp area.

and on another note, I have also noticed as the world around me is turning greener, I don't feel as angry as I have. That's a good thing, I don't like going around pissed off... well not all the time.

Which is good, because you know when Kim asks how I am, I'd hate to scare her again, much rather just say, "I'm doing quite well, thank you..."

I am doing quite well thank you.
thanks for reading.


spring or no spring black is still my favorite color...

respect

faticus

237: I got my Paris-Roubaix...

I did the Fairhill race today. I was pretty relaxed, more so than usual. The fact that my favorite waitress brought me one more beer than I needed or planned on helped with that a bit I'm sure. That and when looking at the pre-reg list I was pretty sure I was about to take a serious beating. So I went out today with the goal to ride as hard as I could and get a good work out.



as best I can describe it, it is like the fatguys (domestiques) in the tour taking suicide attacks early in the race, with the hope of stealing a stage. Rarely do they ever work, but every once in a while one sticks...



Would today be my once in a while?



Essentially this is how it went down:



Lap 1:
Auer and I take off the front from the start. I am on Auer's wheel, the start is hard, but not cross hard. Auer pulls off an lets me go through. I roll down the hill and get a little gap as Auer is joined by the group. We enter the single track, and Auer's on the front of the scrum. Maybe he wasn't so motivated to chase, as I was up the trail. Who am I kidding, he was blocking like mad, that's the entire point of having teammates right? Working together. I have I mentioned I love riding for C3 lately?



I was on on a suicide break by myself. I was out there, kind of expecting to get caught, but also staying as aggressive as I possibly could.



I kinda figure it would be cool to lead the first lap, and see what happens. So I do.



Lap 2
The second lap starts and I'm still out there by myself. No one is coming around. I wonder when I will be caught. I end the lap leading again. As I came through the start finish, I dropped into my middle ring, the grass there was tough to get through, I hear someone in the crowd yell, "get back in the big ring!" So I do.



Lap 3
I cross the river and hit the single track.
"shit, I might actually win this thing... Is that possible? I mean I never even podiumed at a MASS race before, fuck at any expert age group race."



I usher my doubts out of my head. I tell myself I've done my work, if anyone is going to take this from me, they are gonna have to kill it this lap.

I keep charging along. I am hurting, trying to keep my pace high, but not as aggressive as the previous two laps, I don't want to make a mistake and flat or crash out.



I enter the last section of trail. A little place I like to call the "twilight zone" it's one of my favorite trail section anywhere. I punch it, I punch it again, I got my mojo, my karma, and my flow going full speed now, I get over the last rise and I look back. For the first time this entire race, I see two chasers as Matt and Travis are right there. "fuck, fuck, fuck" I think to myself. I am pretty spent. I stand up for one last surge, this is all I got left. I'm leaving it all on the line...



If this race was one mile longer, I would have been third, thankfully, it was not, and I held on for the final 500 meters and a completely unexpected, but super sweet victory.

I never dreamed of winning an expert level race, but when I was out there, I refused to let myself be satisfied. Don't get me wrong, I was gonna be stoked to podium, but I've looked at a number of fairhill victories before and had then slip through my fingers. Today was my day. And there it was, unfolding in front of me... Amazing.

That's right, after years of let down, years of untimely flats, years of just dieing out there, after a race last summer that had me resolved to never race cross country again, I finally ended the day on the top step of the podium at Fairhill.

Later looking at the results, some dude said to me, "man, you barely held them off, they were right there, only 5 seconds back."


My response wasn't this cool, I think I said something like, "I don't care, I got there" but the reality was this:


5 seconds, 5 feet, 5 millimeters, I doesn't fucking matter, because today, today I got my Paris-Roubaix. I put my beast of burden behind me. I got my Fairhill win!



In closing I have a couple of people I want to thank:


First Diane, my wife who supports me through thick and thin, and understands what I go through, and my weirdness, my idiosyncrasies, and never falters. She's there when I need a shoulder to cry on, there when I need a foot in the ass. Without her support, none of this bike shit would ever happen.


Next, my coach Chris Mayhew. You know, I know my body, and I've been doing this a long time, I'll admit I never could seem to put it together on my own. Chris has helped push myself forward. Trust me, it didn't click right away. Mostly my fault, doing endurance races I was insistent on more miles. This year, and the past cross season I'm riding 1/2 of what I was last spring, but getting the most out of my time, and having a ton of fun riding the bike.


Mayhew has taught me how to be stronger, train smarter, and frankly to believe in myself- to have the ability to win, and very frankly, that was something that I didn't used to think I was capable of. If you think that's a glowing endorsement it is. The last 9 months I have raced better, ridden stronger than at anytime in my life, Mayhew my coach, my friend has largely been then architect of that. Thanks man.


It goes without saying how lucky I am to have the DccoD and the folks I get to ride and hang with. How can you go wrong chasing around a guy named Buddy the keg breaker? E-town or Jeb Bagger? Very frankly, if I didn't have the great folks around me supporting me, pushing me, I'd likely have quit this game a long time ago.


Thanks to Slick Rik for being a sounding board for what I'm thinking and for making sure my Frankenstein bike fits, and always works great. Slick Rick got me on the path, he taught me to learn myself and recover. Rik's guidance has and continues to help me.

Thanks to my local bike shops. The support of Henry's and Newark Bike Line help me be able to do the things I love to do. Fridays with Howard are something I always look forward to.


Thanks to my team director Kris Auer, and all of my C3 teammates. Aside from having great black kits, which are incredibly slimming, C3 is just a great program, a very focused team with like minded members, we race our asses off, and have a ton of fun. Not too shabby for a bunch of crossers.


Thanks to Wes, who after my meltdown last summer said, "perhaps you have taken the single speed thing as far as you can..." he was right. I heart my big ring.


Finally, thanks to everyone cheering for me along the route. As racers, you all know how much that helps keep you on target, and motivated.


Unbelieveable. Freaking unbelievable. It's been a long hard mountain bike season. I'm 2/3 through, and have another big weekend ahead. It's a long tough season for sure!

thanks for reading.

much respect,
faticus

btw: I had fish tacos with some friends after the race, they were freaking the best ever.

thanks to Linda and Dennis for the advanced pictures...

236: freedom

Friday Monkey and had off of work. The weather was supposed to be awful. Thankfully it was wonderful.

Living in a college town, when spring hits, and a little warm weather drops, all the co-eds come out full on blossoming. So yeah, I have that going for me.

As Monkey and I are walking around said town, with a 2 beer buzz in the middle of the afternoon, I'm pretty stoked to see so many people smiling at me. "Man, Spring really brings out the best in people!" I think to myself. Then I realize I'm wearing a shirt that says " I'd rather be fucking Kris Auer." yeah, I'm pretty much a jack ass.

So yeah, I have that going for me too.

E-town was talking about my race class for Sunday. "it's all bawlers dude..." I felt myself get a little stressed, and a little clinched about it. I kinda remembered that I don't even like cross country races that much, why did I enter? Looking at the pre-reg list there are 17 folks registered. All 17 have beaten me before. I feel myself getting really tight. Then it I give myself freedom.

I'm doing the race because it's in my back yard, I have no illusions of form, this is going to be a good training ride. And now I feel better. Freedom. Riding a bike is fun, unless you choose to make it not fun. I choose to make it fun. I give myself freedom from myself. I mean I am almost 2/3 through my mountain bike season.

after talking myself down, I went for a really nice ride around fairhill, and didn't ride the course. I passed a class of 6th graders and held my hand out as I rode past, I got 20 high fives and cheers on this wonderful day.

Diane and I got a bunch of mulch today and worked on our flower beds. They need some love. We usually refer to them as vietnam, and the wasteland. It was good and needed, you know instead of just riding and blowing off all our yard work.

Diane's flower bed:

My flower bed:

I'm going for a much more minimalistic approach.

The evening ended with a number of good friends stopping down for a round of death uno, an aborted game of cranium, and fast game of Yahtzee. Elizabeth and I both scored a Yahtzee, Les's Yahtzee or nothing strategy didn't work out too well, but Kathleen walked away with the prize.

finally we got our new "summer edition" C3-Sollay.com kit this weekend. It has new blue stitching that makes us look like tron. That and it makes a bull's eye on my junk. I think I liked the black on black better, and that's not because I want everything to be black lately. Still the kits look nice. Tron's cool. I dig it.

So yeah, I got that going for me too.

Say hello if you are at fairhill Sunday, and please don't knock me down when you pass.

respect.

faticus

235: rick flair chop

US Open relay results came out today.

with weighting we came in 30th. Which is cool.

like any self respecting excel geek here are the top 15 by laps and time:

1. visitPA.com Speed Demons 14:41.1 17 laps
2. CounterfeitPA.com presented by Menstrual Cycles 05:32. 16 laps
3. Baked Beans 00:25.3 15 laps
4. Team VisitStateKw@ledge.com Hipsters 08:29.9 15 laps
5. Buddy and the Keg Breakers 08:35.2 15 laps
6. Allied Milk Cycling 11:26.1 15 laps
7. Bike Line 12:14.6 15 laps

8. SICKLERS RACING 13:56.6 15 laps
9. Mountainside Racing 14:44.1 15 laps
10. Cross Train 16:41.6 15 laps
11. visitPA.com Stuck with Kuhn 17:28.2 15 laps
12. RL2J 17:35.5 15 laps
13. Ramp Up The Jawn 00:28.2 14 laps
14. Johnny May and the C3 Cyclesonics 01:13.7 14 laps
15. D and Q Racing 03:17.1 14 laps

I like the weighted points, I think the concept is brilliant, but we never focused on that, it was laps all the way. Top 5 was the goal. So yeah, once again I'm racing for a prize no one cared about.

As I am embarrassed by my raw geekiness, I will now photo blog: (these photos brought to you by mike kirk)

etown pulled the keg breakers together, and lead the way as the lightest, I mean youngest rider...

does this look like a man returning to racing after 1 year, 4 months, and 29 days. Look out kids, the ruler is back, and guess whose baker's dozen team he's on ? pichow! (say it, it feels good)


any sailor can captain a ship when the seas are smooth, it takes a real leader to navigate the rough waters. Peaches didn't feel great this day, but still put in very strong laps, and looked past knowing he didn't have his best stuff. That's why I have done so many team races with the kid, great character.

Buddy is determination personified. One of the toughest people I get to ride with. He was awesome this weekend. The short format isn't is his forte, but you'd never know it.

I'll admit it was weird not seeing Wes T. Conqueror on the purple rig this weekend. He has seemed to figure out how to work derailleurs very quickly. Bright kid.

I guess not any more weird than seeing me on this. First time since 2001 I have raced a geared bike, first time since 2003 I raced anything but a Spot. Black is kinda slimming isn't it. Well not always.

When Johnny isn't busy leaving his lime green boxer shorts in my car, he is all metal.

Jebbagger let the MASS know last weekend what all the crossers found out last fall... The kid can fucking ride a bike like a banshee...

respect

faticus

234: Green Boxer Shorts.

Driving home from the US Open Relay Championships today with my friend. We are coming through that tourist magnet that is Lancaster. We drive past Dutch Wonderland. He comments ,"I'm used to that meaning cheap hookers and mary jane."

As opposed to a campy amusement park I assume? I nearly wrecked the toaster laughing.

Today was a fun day. The US Open Relay Championships is one of Mike Kuhn's brilliant concepts and might be my favorite mountain bike race. It's a 4 man teams racing for 4 hours around a pretty short, yet incredibly intense loop. Some might say it's very crossy, but don't tell Buddy.

I raced today as a member of Buddy and the Keg breakers, the team was made up of E-town, Peaches, Buddy the leg breaker and me. Megs (PMP) was our manager, you know like the Macho Man and Elizabeth. She's slip us foreign objects so we could abuse the competition when the ref wasn't looking.

I had a good, day I was very pleased with how I rode, especially considering I have about half the hours I did last year, but that's an entire other story.

Let me confess something to you. I've been pissed off for about a month now. It's been a long time since I just walked around angry. I mean like since I was 24. Problem is I wish I could pin point what's pissing me off. Work? My brother? Lefty not pulling his weight, as Kevin is clearly my superior sideburn right now. The problem at the rock gym that I have struggled on for 3 weeks ? The simple fact that American Idol is still on television!? Maybe because these cookies don't have enough chips! The fact that I can't eat cookies and lose weight. How fair is that? What the fuck!

Diane and I have talked about it a bit, but I've had a tough time nailing it down. Just kind of weird.

I shared this with Kim today when she asked how I was. I'm not sure she was ready for me to lay that on her, but damn it just kinda popped out.

Later in the day she and BP yelled across the venue for me to smile, and I did. That was nice.

Thanks for thinking of me.

How did I repay her? Well, you know it was her birthday today, so I of course body slammed her on a log as I tried to pass. Yeah, it was really sweet, and I'm a good guy like that...

Today was a ton of fun, The Delaware Cyclocross Coalition of Delaware, and it's subsidiary the secret henry's team, along with Charm City Cycling formed quite a nasty little coven. Our team's battled each other, and the other 60 or so teams that showed up.

Racing was fast, and close. If I could hand design a course that suited my strengths, it would have been today's course. Did I mention I heart Mike Kuhn?

I was proud of my team, at the end of the day we were the 5th fastest team there, we lost 4th place by 8 seconds. I chased hard, but came up a few seconds shy. Oh well, it makes for a good story

I really had great teammates today, and I loved racing with them. Everyone laid it all out there, which really what more could you ask?

The cool thing about this relay is that is weighted, as such I expect our team will likely end up around 15th in the final scoring. That's cool too. If we were doing this to win stuff we would have quit a long time ago.

On my last lap my buddy Zach started shortly after me. Last year, I lost the 6th place spot for our team on the final lap, as Zach ran me down. This year out the gate and up the first climb I heard ole Zach yell to me, "I'm coming for you Faticus!" Perhaps he didn't realize I was chasing 4th place and a pretty full head of steam. Perhaps he didn't realize, I have ridden half the hours I did last year! Perhaps he didn't know I've been angry for a month.

Most days, Zach is stronger than me, but today, the memory of him running me down last year was burned deep in my memory. It just wasn't gonna happen again. Sorry kid, this time age beats beauty.

Perhaps the best part of the day for me, was the return of the ruler. 1 year, 4 months, and 29 days later- Slick Rick the Ruler has returned.

tonight I sit at my keyboard, and fumble through some words to describe what a great event today was, how happy I was with my ride, How grateful I am to be supported and surrounded by the great people I am, and how many great folks I have around me in the community.

I feel tired, I feel beaten, I feel exhilarated, most of all I don't feel so angry right now.

2 weeks left in mtb season!

respect

faticus.

233: weiners?

So after my ride last night, I threw my shorts on over top of my riding shorts. I kinda assumed that I got both my legs through both my underwear as well as the shorts. I’ll admit when I
Put my shorts on, I did feel some odd bunching, but I thought that was just a combination of cycling shorts, boxers and baggies. I didn’t think anything of it.

Well, I was pretty parched after my ride, I stopped at the local gas and sip to pick up a refreshing Gatorade. As I stand in line at the counter, I feel an odd sensation, a movement in my shorts, and the something sliding down my leg. Horrified I look down to see, that when I threw my shorts on, I only got one leg through my underwear, and now my boxer shorts, covered with dachshund puppies and a quote that says “can you find the wiener?” are now on the ground wrapped around one of my legs.

The young lady at the register blushes a little for me, and I bend over, slip the boxers over my flip flop, picking up my underwear stuffing them in my pocket. I pay for my Gatorade and say, “my wife, she loves wiener dogs.” I hustle out of the store, red faced and embarrassed. ARGGH.

tonight a nice group of folks showed up at the crib, for a little tour of fairhill, advertised as MELLOW. Monkey and Breyla-la bailed out with an impending rain storm coming. Probably 6 people commented, "what no monkey? she sets such a nice even pace"

Jan, F-Rich, Rotten, Doyle Rules, and I rolled out of the house, and quickly added Buddy the Keg Breaker , Jebbagger and L-Web to our group. Finally E-town, Peaches and Ted Logic joined on.

Doyle Rules started pushing the pace pretty much right away. I guess big time engineers don't read ride descriptions (MELLOW). Buddy the keg breaker and Peaches were not to be out done, and gave him back all the hell he could handle. I was gonna ask Peaches if he wanted to car pool with Jan and I Sunday, but I couldn't keep up with him long enough to ask him. Damn, I'll never be one of the cool kids.

I'll admit I was kinda grumpy, mostly from work, but still grumpy because even if I wanted to, I couldn't have kept up with the boys tonight. Oh well, when your semi-retired, I guess that's what happens. At least I know now I'll be the lead ass come Sunday.

I'll say the trails were super nice, we had a fun in our group, and it wasn't until the final 7 minutes heading back to my place that we really got pissed on. By then, all the fun single track was ridden.

fish tacos were great tonight. super spicy.

respect
faticus