That's a joke obviously. Yes, my first race of the season is this weekend but to call what I've been doing "prep" is simply ludicrous. What I've been doing is sanity recovery. I get out and ride when I can, try to push the pace if possible and blow all of the metal demons from my head, at least temporarily. I'm hoping that some of this sanity shit actually helps me not look like a total loser this weekend but we'll see. Speaking of idiots, who's idea was it anyway to switch to racing single speed this year? Don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely loving the Selma but I'm no fool and me thinks just maybe I'd be better off on a geared bike at this point. Thankfully, all of my geared bits are on Marcy's bike these days so I don't have to hem and haw about which bike to race. Time to take a knife to a gun fight.
Speaking of final prep, I've got a special little surprise for folks on Sunday. Nothing fancy but good enough to put a smile on people's faces. It's going to be porntastic.