Weekend in review
Man alive! I was hoping to vicariously suffer while watching the live updated results from Moab this weekend. I guess the rain got so bad that they were riding through rivers after about eight hours of racing. The teams had a restart Sunday morning, but the solo standings stood as is. It seems there is some confusion as to how they came up with the final results, so if you hear anything post it up somewhere fool.
Friday I came hope to a package from Twin Six. They were kind enough to send me some wearable schwag as a kind of “way to go in Conyers” nod. My family put dibs on some of the stuff (hey they support me so I can’t argue with them), but I got some sweet duds too. They must know “what’s up” as they included this shirt:
If you are in the need for some bike wear that’s about as sweet as it gets check ‘em out. Time to get rid of your dated Primal Wear jerseys and get something less scary.
Speaking of jerseys, 24 HOA sent me my “category winner” jersey on Friday too. It’s pretty sweet, but I am not sure when I will ever wear it. It kinda smacks of “I’m the World Champ and you’re not” attitude. It also must be a “lumberjack Canadian” medium because it fits me a little loose. I had The Boy do some glamour shots of me Sunday so I could send some photos to those who might want them.
Saturday I got to spectate as The Boy participated in the first race in the Bank of NC Short Track MTB Series. Attendance was a little lower than it was for the winter series, so The Boy ended up second out of two in his class. He is actually racing up a class currently. He should be in the 8-14 year old class, but he doesn’t want to be the six foot tall fourteen yr old whooping little eight yr old girls. After the race we headed to Fisher Farm for a little Skills Clinic PASA was putting on. It has been awhile since I have gotten up on a teeter totter, or any structure for that matter, and now that I am less worried about injuries it is time to have fun again.
After we played on the structures for awhile we hit the trail. I haven’t been out to Fisher Farm since The Boy and I did trail work out there last winter. I hadn’t seen the trail since we did grubbing and hole-filling work, so it was a pleasant suprise to see all the work that has been done since. The advanced section was a blast with tiny little bridges stuck down in the botom of gullies. Pretty sweet for a local trail.
Soooooo if you were in Moab racing my heart goes out to you. I can only imagine what it is like to train and plan for months to race for 24 hours only to come up 16 hours shy. That sucks. No one to blame, just a shitty situation. I think I would hava gotten the top five riders to go down in a gully for some mud wrestlin’ cage match Thunderdome-type sudden death tie breaker. Man, I need to be a race promoter.
The part of “Master Blaster” will be played by Laird Knight. Two riders enter, one rider leaves.
