socks courtesy of 8 Lumens
Cutting to the point, I'm doing the Pisgah 55.5K... and that's it... kinda.
So many reasons (excuses).
Doing only the 55.5K means that I can stop by The Spoke Easy tonight for the We Love Bicycles Party. I love bicycles. I love party. Then I can wake up at my leisure tomorrow, drive to Brevard, watch my little friends finish, drink (some) beer, go eat a burrito with Dahn and Birdman, watch a Rambo marathon on cable TV at the Sunset Motel, wake up (to a later start than the 111K), race, and be home in time to rinse the Pisgah from my bike and outta my ears... and then start packing for the Trans-Sylvania Epic.
Yeah, the weather has gone all the ways as far as predictions go.
I have to.
Pretty sure I can bounce back from 5+ hours in the saddle enough to make (sorta) great bike race at the Trans-Sylvania Epic to then make it to the start line of the Pisgah Enduro™ a week later... because I found out last night that I have to make it there. I'll be transporting the timing equipment from State College to Old Fort, so I kinda have to stick with this commitment.
The King of Pisgah thing will be over for me one day earlier than it was two years ago (The Monsoon Year). It mighta been doomed anyways. I have two possible conflicts in September with the Pisgah Monster Cross and Faster Mustache might be working on something that would keep me from playing in the woods for two days straight (in a competitive manner) at the Double Dare.
So here's to making the most of it. Stoked on racing down some Turkey Pen, Pilot Rock and Black Mountain on the rigid crabon frok.
Is this the thing that broke Bob Moss? I forgot.