One more to go

I'm glad to have my once-a-decade cross country race behind me. There's just something about that middle distance thing... too long to be a short track race, not long enough to be an endurance race. Although I suck at short track racing, at least it's over in 45 minutes. I go as hard as I can, blow up, and the race is over fifteen minutes later. Cross country distances require some kind of odd discipline I am no longer connected to in any manner. Sorta like a hard local ride where all your friends leave you for dead after five minutes on the trail.

Next up and the last "race" of the "season"... Double Dare.

Hardly a race about speed. It's more about slugging all over Pisgah for as many as 24 hours over the course of a long weekend. No neutral support, no course markings, no pity for the fools, no mercy in Eric's dojo.

At least it will be partly cloudy/mostly sunny...

dunno the difference between the two, but at least it's not rain.

I do not like those freezing temps one bit. Getting back in the saddle at the mandatory Sunday start time of 6:00AM will suck a capital amount of ass. I don't like being cold in the least, which means I have to start digging out the gear I hardly ever use from whatever nook or cranny I stuck it in after I regrettably used it the last time.

There will be number plates...

Number plates holders, light (not a K-shart light), battery, transient bike computer... my cockpit looks like a Junkyard Wars robot. The aesthetics are killing me. I'm gonna have to throw a blanket over my bike until the weekend.

Somebody remind me why I call Eric a "friend." Seriously. If not for him, I'd be doing some nice 33.5 mile out and back race in North Wilkesboro on Saturday and still get a good night's sleep in a bed in a house like a modern human being instead of sleeping in the woods like a fucking rank amateur gypsy.

Allow me some time to get over these feelings of anger and violence.

Thursday will be good for me.

You?