Bringing It Around

This blog sucks, my race reports suck (did you read that last stinker? I had an awesome race and had a blast but you wouldn't know it from the report.), and you suck too. I'm sorry, that was mean. It's me not you.

 pooping or posing?  you'll never know

I'm in a bitchy bitchy boo boo mood today so pay no attention to me. In fact, I shouldn't even pay any attention to me because things are pretty awesome right now. I feel my form is coming on (too bad I only have three races left on the schedule), we had a kick ass family camping trip this past weekend, the house is shaping up and work is going well. Please feel sorry for me.

the crew from the weekend's festivities

There are big doings going on this weekend. The inaugural Carrabassett 50 is going down on Sunday. I had originally planned on signing up for the elite class figuring it was time to man up  and just do it (and get WillC off my ass) but after perusing the bikereg page yesterday I see that the only payout is to the fastest EXPERT rider in the form of cash and free entry into next year's race. It seems weird to me to pay cash to an expert but only a medal for the elites. Very weird indeed. The reality is that I probably have a slim to nil chance of winning in the elite field (it's a small field so far so there is a SLIGHT chance) but I do have a good shot at the expert field win and some cashish. So, do I bail on elite and stick to expert for one more race? Tell me now because I have to sign up by tomorrow since registration closes on Wednesday and there is no day of.



I also had the chance to ride down at Bradbury for the first time in over a month yesterday. A well scheduled meeting in the area (thank me very much) and beautiful weather (even with sweaty nut sack temps and humidity) meant that I had close to two hours to put down a mean lap of the 12 race course with some extra credit thrown in. It also gave me a chance to see what ails the bike right now so I can fix it before the weekend. It also made it crystal clear that I should consider taking some form of bug spray with me during the race this weekend. If you keep moving you're ok but stop for two seconds and the deer flies are able to organize and swarm. Holy shit on a shingle. At one point it felt like my head was the center of its own little solar system with very angry bitey little fucking planets.