Hump Day Bloggage

I've been busier than Rumsfeld's moving company lately, just buried at work. I haven't even posted scribblins from BASP #3. Well let's do that first. Tom "the voice" Simpson rolled out one of the more sadistic courses that I've seen in a while. This thing was brutal, same area as the DFL, but less drug addicts and more hills. Three seperate climbing sections with sketchy decents that go into a high speed 180 turn. That and a redwood tree slalom course that Alberto Tomba would appreciate. So, not exactly my type of course, though I am not sure what "my" kind of course is yet. I got a nice slot in the grid on the second row, when the gun went off a hole opened up after about 50 meters. I blasted through it as we hit the first grass section. The next part was two barriers followed by a steep run up. I hit the barriers at full tilt, shouldered the bike looked up and saw only 4 people ahead of me. Oh shizzle! Now what, I am not used to being at the working end of the race this season, but there I was. I tried not to panic or blow my self up trying to hold my spot. I let a few guys go by like Alan Coats, Steve Rainey. Coming down the second decent I was on Chris D's (who ended up winning) wheel, which was actually cool because homeboy is like butter on that bike. He was so smooth, and watching him pick his lines was good for me to learn from. Unfortunately it didn't last that long and he was gome. Coming into the flat section I lost a chain, which took me off Greg Regan's wheel, but I was back up quickly. I had to deal with the PV trio almost all race. The flying Scotsman, Foxy Feix, and Greg "the terminator" Regan. All three good guys, but serious gamers. Three laps in I was on Tom's wheel headed down the second decent, and we were flying, there were rocks and roots jumping out from everywhere, and I backed off a little from his wheel just to be safe, two seconds later, he went flying through the air, over the tape and down the hill. I thought he was dead, but I didn't stop cause, well, it's racing and I was doing all I could to keep from crashing myself. He ended up DNF but not seriously hurt.


Anyway, I saw the scotsman up ahead with Brij and decided that with one to go I wanted to bring them back. Well, things worked out for a change and low and behold I was on their wheel. On the last climb Brij made a move to the front and I comtemplated an attack when they slowed up just a tad, but I hesitated and stayed put in third spot. We made the sharp left and my bike came to a stop. I looked down and Mr. Dugast had rolled off the rim. Shit! I looked back and saw the Buy Cell duo coming up on me, I put the wheel back on and started going knowing that one sharp turn and I was done. Well, long story short, I never caught Brij and the Scot, but I held off the duo to get 12th for a second week in row. Brij got 10th and I was only off 30 seconds from 8th. So the dream of a top ten may not be too far off. We will see. I am always surprised when you are dwelling in the pain cave, how many people are with you. It's just dark in there and you can't always see them. Next week......bring the mud!

Rode with "The Champ" yesterday. Yeah, right. I am feeling a little run down and that is not a good combination. I was seeing Elvis all over out there. Training with him is a lesson in humilty, that never seems to end. I can't ever imagine being up with him in a race, cause he always seems to make it look easy as he rolls away and I am blown, heaving over my handlebars. Oh well. He gave me the skinny on the USGP CX swing through Colorado. Sounds a little crazy with over 100 starters each race. He gave me the scoop on the road season. I may be a strawberry for road season. We will see. Not sure how much RR I will be doing though. I need a team though. The weather is cooling off. Time to get real. I will be sitting in a class all day tomorrow. So I have to get after it today.

Election news, republinazis get their ass kicked film at 11. Rumsfeld is gone finally. I guess that little war thing ain't going so well. Leiberman won, great now he can ride the fence with impunity. Jackass. 87 and 85 lost. Oh well. Global warming, no big deal. Cancer, no big deal. People need to drive their Hummers and Suburban's and damn it we just can't have them new fangled energy sources. I love the Bush speak, or monosyllabic babble. I hate politics. Ugh. I am glad we can stop talking about for another two years. At least 90 didn't pass. I guess that neocon thing was just a pasing phase, losers. Got to go time for a nap.

Later,
VJ