
Normally Blue Ridge Adventures has a list of pre-registered riders published, and that gives me some targets for my pre-event blog fodder. I guess I'll just have to hope that Geoffrey "I get lost in Pisgah even though I'm a pasty white bearded hill person" Bergmark (AKA Geoffrey "The FBI is watching you... masturbate" Bergmark) will be there so I can give him another view of my ass.
Will Black will not be there as he has moved back to Texas. Something about finally being driven out of town by the continuing backlash from the 2008 Waterbottlegate affair.
I'm going into the race with a wishy-washy approach anyhow. I won my single race for 2012, so getting to that top step on the podium at ORAMM isn't really something I feel compelled to strive for this year. I do want to break 5:30, but I'm not sure that's reasonable. Looking back at the results trying to figure out what I can from the single speed times of the past, I figured Will Black woulda set the course SS record back in 2010 when he took the "W."
I thought Will set a benchmark time of 5:44, but that was not faster than my 2007 time of 5:40, my best ORAMM ever... or so I thought. Last year I came in 5:38:36, but that was second to Robert Jameson's 5:34:50.
I guess that would be the SS course record now. FYI: 5:40 would get you a 9th overall in 2007 while a 5:34 was only good for 16th last year, just to show you that the big boys are getting faster and more numerous.
I haven't crunched that many numbers since I took an "incomplete" in Calculus II in 1989.
So yeah, 5:29:59 or bust... bust being the more likely option of the two.
Speaking of big boys...

If I wanted to win, I am certainly running out of options.
Maybe I should consider some Tour de France tactics...

*You had to be there.
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The other night I had my first ORAMM anxiety dream. I'd forgotten to install a crank set on the bike and was in the line up puzzling out the mechanics of the pending ride. Your presence in the dream quelled the anxiety, however, as you had started early that morning and were officially too drunk to race by start time. You rolled up, sans front wheel and as you toppled over, (backwards, oddly enough) you took out some fellow racers. I thought... "Crank or no crank... things are looking up." Then I gave up 20 meters in (the no crank thing wasn't working) and we just drank beer in "the lodge(?)" while our children road tricycles. For reals.
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