the 45+ Masters getting on, riding Roberto Clemente bridge, then back out on Warhol.
Every year I can, I'm going to do this race, the Steel City Crit. It's on the short list of crits to do.
Steel City, Riverton, The Jersey Fish, Liberty, Bethlehem, .... boy do I miss Philly's Lemon Hill.
Me and Mom DLowe, Janet DiLauro. I can't tell you how swell it was to give her a hug and peck on the cheek, leaning over the barriers, at the start line.
the race? I got 13th, broke my bike and flatted but made it across the line. I had in my mind to go for the win, one bloke got up the road, and I had a good wheel set-up to take the field sprint, for maybe 2nd! but it...
I rolled in on the back end of the little group.
I sat on the sidewalk in the shade at the feet of my Mom and Step-Father Michael, I tried to bear it, and hid it as best I could, my disappointment. but... its been a while since I committed to think "Win". and I've got to learn to go for it, and accept it, ether way, and yeah, I gotta think win.
I like Pittsburgh, I like racing new blokes, and the grudge, of being the outta towner, maybe we can get a couple of CX weekends set aside in the fall, you know a weekend in phila. where the Pitt peeps make it across state to race our turf, and a weekend where we try to kick their ass on their home ground.
Hug your mamma's.... xxoo dlowe
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