Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Damn I'm sick. Head throbbing/muscle aching/sleepy/spewing sick. Don't want to see or talk to anyone sick. Can't stand even looking at the dog with her waggy tail sick.
However I just waded through the gazillion comments over on G's site about cross fields and promotion and, surprisingly, the whole mud-slinging, off-camber excursus made me feel better.
Hey, I just want to say lids off to the promoters and the racers who bust their asses to make these events happen. I'm an old guy who used to be a little fast back in the day and who is trying to hang on to something by getting into this whole cross scene. I've been to four different races and venues this season, all well done and all different. Having done my fair share of "promotion" in some other contexts throughout my life I have a sense of the work involved in putting on these things.
Look at me. All touchy/feely. Maybe I'll just give myself a hug, go have some warm soup, and do another race in a couple of weeks or so.
Monday, October 29, 2007
So in order to meet a new low level of Suck I managed to crash out of the race this weekend before the race even started. Below is my small contribution to the aesthetic of the New Jersey course--a knot in the course tape. Anyone ever failed a line sooooooooo miserably as to T-bone course tape? Course tape, as I understand it, is meant to parallel the course and maybe, just maybe, a racer might tangle a handlebar in it or skim it with a thigh.
Head straight through it? Freakin' A....
On my final warmup--feeling good by the way--I pushed my comfort level on a steep dropoff, lost my line through the roots, and bounced way off course at the bottom, through the tape, and into a variety of items that were not meant to come in contact with a bicycle on this day.
Yes, [bow to audience] Thank you very much for playing.
Other than this little detail, everything was peachy. Some pictures to prove it.
Done racing (if that's what this was?) for the year. I've cancelled plans for Farmington and Trenton. Time to practice and work out a few things. Kisses.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
I've got plenty to work on out there on the cross courses, and it's this challenge that keeps me thinking and looking forward to the next race. Results on that list posted after the event have been poor, but I feel like I'm doing some things better this year and have more confidence. Hell, when it comes down to it I'm just really enjoying being out there--on the courses, at the venues.
Yesterday while driving to work I remembered a small moment at the Whitmore's race that was kind of cool. On Sunday I was standing at the first easy right turn in the course next to a guy who was, in hindsight, I'm sure at his first cross race. The men's elites where about to bust out of the gate.
The start was a wide pavement road on the slight downhill leading into this first easy right turn onto grass. Needless to say there was some serious burn unleashed on that opening straight.
So the men came flying down the road, hit the turn onto the grass, churned up a cloud of dust from the dry Long Island landscape, and thundered off.
I looked over at the guy next to me who appeared absolutely awe-struck, and he said, "Holy crap! Talk about a stampede!" He then ran off to get a glimpse of the field pounding each other through an open grass stretch.
At that moment I think he got it.
I'm not thundering through the courses. The sand and off-camber sections give me fits. Literally getting off this island and to the races is a major production. But it's beautiful. And it's cool. It's all cool. Just like Fonzie.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Some freaks ride really tall bikes.
Meg about to rock a clean dismount and climb the logs.
Bruno-Roy at the logs.
Monday, October 1, 2007
"Well, Clarice - have the lambs stopped screaming?"
Beautiful sleeping weather here in the northeast, no? Cool, dry nights with just a hint of bite in the air. Throw open the windows and throw on an extra comforter and you can bury down into a blissful slumber, yes?
No wonder all of you are getting all your Top Tens and Hole Shots and I-Just-Finished-One-Or-Two-Spots-Behind-Lynes.
Happy, happy dreams for everyone, right?
I hear screams.
Yep, it's them damn Screech Owls. Two of them. Every night. In the trees outside the bedroom window. Screaming, screaming, screaming.....