I'm leaving Thursday, although the BC Bike Race doesn't start until Sunday. Day Zero is Saturday. It is a "must attend" day. You drop off your bike, register, load your duffel for the week, get your picture taken with a life-size standee of Andreas Hestler, go to a racer meeting, get carted off to the tent city...
if you're not there, you're not racing.
So by leaving Thursday, I will be in Vancouver all day Friday. What's the point?
Once again, I am aimlessly and wantonly pushing myself deeper and deeper into "The Industry."
I'm accepting a certain amount of "responsibility" in exchange for this "opportunity." Generally speaking, I'm not interested in more responsibility, but in this case I've made an exception. Once in a lifetime experiences should be embraced when offered, unless said experience is holistically unpleasant or perhaps painful and without reward or fuzzy feelings.
Speaking of responsibilities...
Dirt Rag #171 is currently making its way into readers' hands.
Don't know who Missy is (or was)?
I don't know you.
Of course there's yet another Wassupwidis? from me. You can probably continue to expect that from now into the near future. I mighta squoze another piece into this issue as well. Still no centerfold, but I'll keep trying.
For now, I'll settle for this, what I would like to think is an open invitation to the Shirtless Club for Men, but what is more than likely a private joke from Dirt Fest:
or watching FOX News.
And now, back to packing and trying to figure out if there's room for at least one pair of underwear in my luggage.