"hey Rubber Legs, Get up the hill!"
day two of racing, Sunday at Stoudts Cx.
John Lux was prompting my ass, to get a moving,
It did not move any faster so he passed.
Stoudts CX was not the best race course, they had to put a lot into a little.
I loved it anyway.
I saw Trevor , as we were coming on to the straight he was on, we could see him,
the chase group I was in.
"Trevor, we're coming for you" I yelled.
Racing Saturday at Swashbucklers CX.
I like a lot of the course, but am not quite fond enough of quite a bit of it.
If it weren't a MAC race, I'm not sure I'd make the drive to race it.
Our group caught Trevor, and we raced, sneaking a pass in a corner,
coasting into the pavement uphill and drilling it.
Gapping an yo yo-ing each other, a blast!
Trevor got the group, and the group got me too, as I finished at the tail end of it.
Frickn, I'm trying to keep my shit together. Me I am doing well, sleeping as much as I can, and training as much as I can, and I've dropped a few pounds.
Believe me I want to have a sassy smart mouth out there, and I need some legs to back it up.
I like the yapping, during racing.
As much as it hurts it always cracks me up.
I gotta get my ragged shit rolling, my bikes, tires, it all needs some love, I'm just nursing it on, and we got a lot of season to go, and I can't wait for the next races, Fairhill and SlyFox. I still need to steal a corner from you. and..... "dude keep on his wheel, you drunk, we are all back here are counting on you."
cheers, I Heart Cross. dlowe.
a lonely place
photo: Stephan Kincaid
bring back your blog, I miss it. http://geronimok.wordpress.com/
day two of racing, Sunday at Stoudts Cx.
John Lux was prompting my ass, to get a moving,
It did not move any faster so he passed.
Stoudts CX was not the best race course, they had to put a lot into a little.
I loved it anyway.
I saw Trevor , as we were coming on to the straight he was on, we could see him,
the chase group I was in.
"Trevor, we're coming for you" I yelled.
Racing Saturday at Swashbucklers CX.
I like a lot of the course, but am not quite fond enough of quite a bit of it.
If it weren't a MAC race, I'm not sure I'd make the drive to race it.
Our group caught Trevor, and we raced, sneaking a pass in a corner,
coasting into the pavement uphill and drilling it.
Gapping an yo yo-ing each other, a blast!
Trevor got the group, and the group got me too, as I finished at the tail end of it.
Frickn, I'm trying to keep my shit together. Me I am doing well, sleeping as much as I can, and training as much as I can, and I've dropped a few pounds.
Believe me I want to have a sassy smart mouth out there, and I need some legs to back it up.
I like the yapping, during racing.
As much as it hurts it always cracks me up.
I gotta get my ragged shit rolling, my bikes, tires, it all needs some love, I'm just nursing it on, and we got a lot of season to go, and I can't wait for the next races, Fairhill and SlyFox. I still need to steal a corner from you. and..... "dude keep on his wheel, you drunk, we are all back here are counting on you."
cheers, I Heart Cross. dlowe.
a lonely place
bring back your blog, I miss it. http://geronimok.wordpress.com/
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