My current level of stoke is high. Today, I am burning up the three hours of paid time off that I can't carry over into 2016 (in the name of making great bike race) and getting a jump on traffic to head to the Pisgah. Later this evening, I may or may not be riding my bicycle all over the new Spencer, illuminated with fancy LED technology a 2001 me woulda killed a baby seal to own. Tomorrow, I will be joined by many others as we crush the gnar and lay waste to our possible futures.
Since the whole weekend is sorta on the hush hush, all I can say is that a group of us will be sleeping somewhere close to Pisgah, riding all aboot, and sort of timing ourselves on certain things and earning points based on a scale that slides more than a trombone at Mardi Gras.
Speaking of number plates and Pisgah, I got Watts and myself all signed up for the 2016 King of Pisgah. You know Watts, right?
So, yeah. That's my partner for any Pisgah Production events that require one. That should end well.
Some of you might ask, "What about your PMBAR partner, Zac?"
Well, we had a long run. I've been doing PMBAR since... 2004? I think. Anyways, I'd never had the partner for more than two years in a row until Zac. There was the stranger from Ohio, The Wonderboy (twice), Jody, Elk, Thad (twice)... and then just Zac. Those past few PMBARs were starting to blend together, so I felt like it was time for a change. Although the checkpoints change from year to year, Pisgah is always the same, so the best way to shake things up is swapping partners.
Except when partner swapping isn't such a good idea.
PMBAR sells out quick. That race is now one of "those races" and has been for some time. Get in or take you chances.
I'm off. See you knobs on the flippy.