Bam, Just LikeThat

Went on vacation and all I got was a jacked up 'cross bike.  We headed down south and while sitting on the 210 in a friggin' parking lot we got slammed by some kid changing his radio station.  My bike is screwed.  My family is fine.  The new car is slightly worse for wear.  Yes, I was/am bummed.  I am out of the 'cross racing scene until 12/09 - like it or not.  I guess that means I will swap some MTB time for what would have been 'cross time while my bike is in the shop.  

In other news.  Life is good.  Family is better than ever.  My dog is awesome and smells, well, like a dog.  Things really could not be better; don't mean to gush, but we recently trimmed some fat in the way of un-worthies and the quality of life around here is saweet.  

Well, off to the dirt.  Smell you later.

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Hit A Bump

So yesterday I raced the BASP series.  I jumped up to the Master's A 35+ category and toed the line with multiple, multiple National Champions, not to mention the current World Champion; he was emblazoned with the rainbow skinsuit in all its glory.  So they had a call up.  I received none.  In fact I was the last in line and it more or less remained that way to the finish.  But finish I did.  And I was totally fucking cooked.  Mt chest felt like it was being pried apart form the inside out.  But there is always good news.  In fact, I was told that I had the best form ever seen, best form plucking dollar bills from empty beer bottles.  You see, my personal opinion is that while at the back of the pack one may as well try to make some cash.

So all was not lost.  And I did not get lapped nor did I get pulled.  Sure, I my first race with the big boys - got smoked.  Nowhere to go but up, my friends.  Humbling?  Sure.  And I have all these wounds on my calves and my thigh and I did not crash; came close a lot but never hit the turf.  And the wounds?  Didn't notice them til I got home and my daughter pointed them out.  She hates blood.  

My boy rallied and railed dirt and took 6th place in a stacked juniors field.  Way to go, kid.  All in it was a great day at the races.  Did I mention it was a night race, under the lights.  And a re-learning experience.  It has been a long time since I toed the line with the fast and hard men of NorCal.  Until next weekend.

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Behind the Barriers

Behind the Barriers

Racing ... Sort Of

Agro pissed at taking 2nd in the Masters Men's A race

Max working his way to a 4th place in the Juniors 10-14 cat.

I started well but had some rear wheel issues and after a change finished right near the rear.

It's Back

Sort of.  It's on the other foot now.  I was planning on racing yesterday but that goiter, family, and the course description got in the way.  As it is, I will not be able to race for the next few weekends and yesterday was a 'just because' race so I nixed it; had plenty of shit to do as it was.  Plus, I want some mud, please.  And 3 weeks of 'heal' time, if you will pardon the pun.  

Anyway, gotta run.  Hah.  

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El Dorado Hills: 1st and 9th

Yup, me and ole El Agro got out and mixed it up on the dog track.  He kicked ass and won his race, while I ended up in 9th for my first race back after a year off with injury.  Not a bad outing, if I do say so myself.  

YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT HERE

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Bitchin' Tam Sesh with The Puppster

Honestly, there is nothing quite like a Mt. Tam shred with a friend.  We stole out early and made like thieves among the redwood trees and roots and rocks and had a brilliant shred.  There is really no other way to say what happened other than we wore ear-to-ear smiles for the rest of the day.  

There was one bad part.  My MTB started screaming at me and I am as of yet unsure whether she be broke or not?????

Any thoughts?

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