simple math; harley riders + roadies = clusterfark. why someone would have a road race start/finish at a popular hangout for motorcyclists along a tiny strip of road hardly wide enough for two cars is beyond me. why people are allowed to drink then get on their motorcycles, in full view of the sheriff's deputies, without anyone getting arrested, also, beyond me.
oh well. went out, made some early moves, got in some good climbing, smarted off to some roadies, worked on my 2007 cyclist tan, ran out of water, started locking up, quit. typical road race for me. plus the bonus of, after dnf-ing, returning the favor and gettin in the way of and smartin off to harley riding troglodytes. makes me appreciate mtb racing. speakin of, next stop-spartanburg stump jump. that course kills me, but the company is good.
10/27 Bubba 4 @ St. Vincent, Masters, 1st.
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3 comments:
roadie
Ahh you met Helgas husband on the Harley. Pretty big guy huh?
Ride to live live to ride....
Czar
You guys need black denim team vests with that Beneath The Wheel or something MySpace profile saying on the back surrounding a skull jabbed with a crankarm....
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