- Bad Idea Racing - HAS LEFT THE BUILDING

By the time I woke up Saturday morning it was pretty obvious that I was actually sick.  I had that really sweet pounding feeling that somehow originates approximately .75″ behind my eyeballs.  I wondered if I should do what normal humans do when they are sick, or try to ignore it and continue living life as planned.  I had considered riding up to Davidson, NC to watch the National MTB Oktoberfest, but I decided to save my effort and drive up with the Fajita instead.

Bad pictures to follow:

Tinker was one of the promoters.  Tinker riding around on a trail I helped (a few times) build.  Tinker’s mom walking around in a field.  Weird sights.  I used to drive hours to see him race in Traverse City or Snowshoe, but now he’s here, and I’ve had to race against him since the days of big time NORBA racing.  Weird indeed.

Jeremiah won.  Jeremiah rode right behind Harlan the whole time I was there from 4:00 till 7:00pm.  They were having a not-too-labored conversation every time I saw them.  Less like a race, more like a walk in the park from where I stood.

Ernesto came down from the North.  Fourth place behind Tinker’s third.  His season is longer than his chops.

Harlan had a nice time talking to Jeremiah all day.  See Jeremiah back there stopping at his pit to grab a sudoku so he and Harlan will have something to do on the next lap?  When Harlan crossed the line he ended up twelve seconds down on his partner in conversation.  Harlan yelled at me as he went by “I heard you on the radio this morning.  You’re losing jobs”.  Oddly enough he had heard an interview on NPR that morning where I blathered about the economy and such. 

Fajita picked out her own spectator garb.  She has good taste and a fondness for sticks.

photo cred: Arleigh

Arleigh was wrenching at the race and showed up on her Xtracycle.  Since there were no helmet police around (that I could see) I took the Fajita out for a ride.  I must say it was very nice, and with the addition of gears riding with a load (even a live, wiggly one) was not a bother at all.   I’m digging the Xtracycle.

Sunday I decided to do the human thing again.  No riding for me, just work around the house, fix the work bike, un-fix the yet to be named Zion, and reinforce my travel case for next year’s travels.  Once all my duties were attended to the family unit headed over to a local greenway for a walk (ride for the Fajita).

The Fajita has put her Barbie biking days behind her and has stepped up to the big, but not so big, wheels.  The Raxter accommodates quite nicely.

This morning I feel surprisingly better.  This  whole “take it easy while you’re sick” thing may have some merit.  Normally I can dig myself a nice big hole and take more than a week or two to recover from simple ailments.  Further research must be done.