hott furdamma

hott furdamma.

Now mumble it and give it a throaty belgie sluuur.

It gets said a lot around this house.

It translates roughly to: “godammit!”


I’m not so discouraged by the race yesterday. More… surprised? I really was bad out there. I mean… bad. Worse than the results show. And the results show me in DFL.

“I won’t lie to you.” Mr. Tachelet says to me, “You were very bad eh?”

After I ate shit pretty hard on the rough descent I started heckling myself. The fans L O V E D it. They went nuts! I mean, fucking nuts. (take the 5 rowdiest fans you know, get them drunker than normal, invite their redneck relatives, (all of them) and then get them wasted, pack them like sardines into a frozen field and keep giving them beer) And me, knowing I was in DEAD FUCKING LAST place, was trying to go as hard as I could to stay on the same lap. But to them, it was like I was leading the race! You can tell where the leaders are on the course by the loud cheering “wave of sound”. (though if Boom is on the front it is now a BOOING wave) I could hear the leaders getting cheered on a separate part of the course but only barely above the fans and hecklers roaring me on!

And then I graciously accepted a beer handup in a particularly rowdy section of the course and I thought the fans were going to freak out, jump over the barriers and carry me (and bike) into the beer tent to party with them.

You see, it is not that I think beer handups are cool. I don’t even drink. But at this point in the race you realize you are not riding at the level you need to be. And so do the fans. It is not like domestic racing where dollar hand ups and beers feeds are the norm. You don’t really see the Belgians handing up drinks to racers. And you certainly don’t see racers accepting. This was a great moment in history when the Belgians needed me to acknowledge how loud they have been cheering for me. Cheering for me because I am sucking wind so bad, but still fighting the good fight, motoring up the sandy sections and not giving up.

“hey man, you fucking deserve this, Thijs Al is going to eat you for dinner, you gave it a good try, we have supported the shit out of you, now take the damn cup” is what they said to me with that cheap crappy beer.

“Dank!!” I hollered, took a gulp and threw the rest on the ground before blasting up a sandy hill.

Like I said, they went fucking nuts.


11 comments for “hott furdamma.”

  1. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. RAWK.

    Posted by Caroline | December 27, 2008, 6:11 am
  2. Great post, Molly! Put big smiles on my face. It’s always nice to hear about people still having a good attitude and riding it out on the bad days. If you can’t have a good result, you might as well have a good time!

    Posted by Wes | December 27, 2008, 7:05 am
  3. That is an AWESOME story!!! I’m luvvin it. cheers, =J

    Posted by Flack | December 27, 2008, 10:06 am
  4. Sounds like the best race ever.

    Posted by elizabeth | December 27, 2008, 11:00 am
  5. wait wait wait, you took a beer handup? Molly, come on, think about your fitness. Purity of racing comes from purity of body. You should not accept anything less than an organic wheatgrass and everclear shot

    Posted by Devin Z | December 27, 2008, 11:52 am
  6. Go Molly!

    Posted by d2p | December 27, 2008, 11:53 am
  7. Awesome dude… just to be on the starting line of a WC deserves big props, but taking a beer hand-up while DFL, that’s legendary!

    Posted by brettok | December 27, 2008, 6:45 pm
  8. Posted by dm | December 28, 2008, 6:16 am
  9. beer handups? YESSSSS. keep it metal, molly.

    Posted by d*pow | December 28, 2008, 5:06 pm
  10. Long may the Belgie sing the songs of Molly C., who so stared into the face of Al and proclaimed “DANK!”

    Great post, great story!

    What is the Belgian equivalent of PBR?

    Posted by Lane | December 31, 2008, 10:10 am
  11. Great post, Molly!

    Posted by Pat Malach | December 31, 2008, 3:38 pm

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