I raced cross in Helena yesterday and lost. I got a new bike last Thursday, which has been killer! It is the Seven Mudhoney thanks to the sponsorship of Seven Cycles and Canyon Bicycles. Mike fit me in late August and the fit is perfect.
On Saturday, I did some openers and the legs felt great. The lungs opened up a bit more and I was able to get past the wheezing that has plagued me all fall. The reason for this is two-fold: I have been diagnosed with asthma and got an inhaler and I finally convinced AJD to give up cigarettes! Just kidding on the latter.
So race starts on Sunday and I immediately pull out of my pedal. I am immediately second to last, but the group stays pretty much together for the first lap. Through a nasty headwind, deep grass, slightly uphill section I powered ahead of several folks up to about 5th. I had a couple of guys on my wheel for the next few laps, but they never came around. All was good, the guy in front of us appeared to be cracking and since it was about halfway I started to ramp up a bit. Then I lost the front wheel in some sand in a corner and crashed. Brad who was right on my wheel ran over my bike--mostly the Reynolds SDV wheels I was riding.
After collecting myself, I grabbed my bike and was unsure of the damage would be. Both wheels were dead true and without a scratch, as was the frame! I had to pull into the pit because my shifter cable had come lose and then I was rolling again. I finished in 9th of nine finishers (eleven starters). The bike needs a little attention to get the shifting right again and be sure all is in order.
Sleep last night was painful and the rash I have woke me up everytime I moved. Plus, my left thumb is jacked up. I must say I was pretty lucky to not get hurt and have my equipment hold up so well! State championships in two weeks should be fun! Especially once I figure out how to ride the killer bike I have!
Thanks to Canyon, Seven and Reynolds for making this possible!
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AND SANDY!!!!!
And of course Sandy....
Turbo, my coach, crashed too.
and don't forget to thank Manny and David and Justin and Jacoby and Coco and Jason and Mike and Youk and my man at shortstop (who was clutch for the series) and Josh, Dice-K, the rest of that kickin staff, the coaches the manager the owners and Theo the boy wonder... all the way down to the fields crew and hot dogs / beer vendors and not to forget the Basillica of Baseball (yeah I'll let you use the moniker) FENWAY PARK, and that's all I have to say about this or anything else until spring training...2050! GO SOX!!
ok, I lied... 2 in 4 years... thats TWO 4 FOUR in years! In the old days that would be enough for 86 X 2 or 172 years... but in 4 years, NOT 172 years...man I'm all OAC on this one! GO SOX!
one more time, sorry.
GO SOX!!!
Go Sox! That will be the last time, I have to go poop, that's what happens when you combine excitement and geritol I guess...it will represent the load that the sox dumped on the Squaws and Rockettes...
GO SOX!
I like the enthusiasm. Especially since Bloody Sock will be around for another year!
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