Plymouth Festival of Pain, Day 1
Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 1:48 pm
Today's warm-up consisted of winning the holeshot to the bathroom stall with the door on it. Out the door, back on the bike, and straight to the cattle chute. I squeeze into no man's land, dead center. Gun goes off and the race........began occurring. When the official blows the whistle, it's customary to START MOVING. My little cluster seemed to stay put until the whistle blast had fully expired. At 10 seconds, a CXracing.com rider tried to pass between two riders who were in no mood to comply. Contact was made and he got shot out the back like a bar of soap. Right into my front tire. I survive. First corner comes, I get chopped. His rear skewer opens; we start yelling at him to stop and fix it which slows us to a soft crawl that continues all the way though the singletrack. "FIRST GUY TO HIT THRESHOLD IS A ROTTEN EGG." Nonplussed stares. I attacked up the sandy run up, picking up places and more dirty looks. The rest of the race felt like a day at work; punch the clock, hope that 5pm comes quickly and quietly.
1.I now know why halloween candy is not on the WADA list.
2.I heard the best defense to that "cat 4 pro" attitude: "Shut up, you're not that good."
3.This diesel engine needs a lighter chassis.
1.I now know why halloween candy is not on the WADA list.
2.I heard the best defense to that "cat 4 pro" attitude: "Shut up, you're not that good."
3.This diesel engine needs a lighter chassis.