old dogs. new tricks.

well after all these years of turning the pedals i have, as of tonight, competed in my first road race ever. never really had the urge until last year for some reason, and then i realized that i live in an area of freakazoid athletes so i didn't really go for it. BUT inspired by the arrival of the '09 hoff kits and wanting to strike fear (or fjear ) into the hearts of the Tahoe area i decided to jump in and race with the Alta Aplina boys (and others from the reno/carson//minden/gardnerville/south lake tahoe area.)

not knowing what class to race in from the A B C or D categories, i chose B. A class would be the big boys (cat 1, cat 2, maybe cat 3) so that was fucking way out of the question.  B class was 3 laps on an 11 mile 'rolling' course in the wind and rain.  spring storms.  rad.

rolling out mid pack, lap 1

breakaway group of 8 or so starting lap two.  yeah, you can see my punk ass hanging onto the tail end of the break.


probably seeing flashes of light and tasting bile in the back of my mouth.  BUT looking tough as nails.


towing the line on lap 2


so,  the breakaway stayed away and dwindled to 6. we all did some work up front and i was able to get situated to sprint for 3rd.  booyah bitches.  road racing is hard.  MTB race on saturday.

photos and support provided by the B.  i'm throwing her out to dominated the D class soon.


i'll work on building the Hoff status out here so you all will get the celebrity treatment when you finally get your asses out here.  seems as though the southeast is in love with our mediocre drinking/racing team.

and i just wanted to say that april has held unseen levels of activity here on the old blog.  keep it up - this, sadly, is my only connection to the posse back in the dirty south.

2 comments:

Spankye said...

as usual you're good at anything you do. where's my fucking cream cheese danish!

The Ghost of Jerry Reed said...

Nice look, mixing up the black and checker arm warmer

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