Mountain bike school took a turn for the worst, or actually I did. Hitting a rut, smacking my hand on a big tree, flipping over and really f’ing myself up. Bloody and sore, I finished up mountain bike school, ate a burritto at Sellwood and jammed home.
Thursday I felt like hell, sore back and scrapes and bruises. I bashed my teeth a little too, got a cut up lip and gums. Pity me, I know. But then I got a haircut at Salon 220 from my friend Kim. Total butch haircut. Looks like I’ve just escaped from the penal colony on some distant planet and have been fighting aliens and space police.
I did the Thursday lawyer ride for the first time in a while. Those guys ride scary fast down through the Portland Zoo. That stuff is scarier than Zoobombing. We are railing it through traffic, I’m trying to bridge up to the 2 riders off the front and they are weaving through cars and blowing intersections. I was getting in the zone and descending like a maniac and then I realised “what the hell am I doing?” when I had to put a foot out and skid through a turn just missing a car. I backed off and let Brad Ross and Mark Ginsberg lead the way down.
Well, moving on. I’m still dealing with some annoying lung-allergy-breathing stuff. Coughing a lot and stuff. I went to the gym for the first time in a couple weeks (since I’ve been sick) and it hurt. I really had to push myself to finish up my workout. I skipped the gym this morning, my back just hurts way too much to do any good in the gym.
I’ve been so damn busy, the weather has finally turned into something consistently pleasant and the shop is busy as shit. Ira and I have a good flow going on. I administrate, he gets his hands dirty. Or something like that.
I went out to the velodrome last night to pick up a couple framesets and snag a track locker for myself. The turnout for the first night of racing was huge! 70+ people racing and the stadium seating actually looked to be pretty full! My teammate Mark Blackwelder put in a stellar ride. It was his first Kilo ever and he beat a bunch of track fast guys.
Some recent reader suggestions for blog topics:
-what the new pink is
-contents of a perfect cookie
-why Steven Hunter insists on a wet noodle of a fork setup
-introduction of a masked rider team/cat so that track racing can be like an
anonymous orgy instead of dance social
So about that:
The new pink is apparently carbon fibre.
The perfect cookie shall contain vegan. Just plain raw vegan. Don’t ask me what it is…
When you weigh 130 pounds wet, you can run your fork like you ride. Noodly.
I have no comment on the track orgy. Why can’t we all just get along?
And, yes TooVanillaForYou is an Al-Qaeda side project. You think I’m kidding? Do your fucking research!