I closed the window on last weekends racing tight. Shut it out, and pulled the blind down, the curtains closed.
I don't race mtbike, haven't in a couple of years. I try to keep my chops up on it. I always want to be competent enough on it, to hang on a good group ride. Seems that around here, whatever type of cyclist you are, pro to joe, you dig out your mtbike and ride it with a bunch of hacks on Thanksgiving. I did the local, just 9 minutes from our house. Bombed down the Plateau hill, right dab into the waiting group. Ha! Like opening the door to a locals bar, all the heads turned, ...a couple of faces I knew, here I was, the outsider. Nice!
I don't have a current mountain biker button. Not sure I ever had one.
On the ride I stayed on the back, sweeping a bit, quietly, at the route suggestion stops, I kept my mouth shut. I didn't push the pace, or rile it up, just enjoyed it...... well coming back on Bowfinger I did hammer it....
At the end of the ride, the hang out time, I poached a beer from Jude, I cracked the can, and tried to tap each rider in toast, to greet with respect, to thank them, ...me, being, the new-ish guy. The CXer, the roadie, the whatever I am...
one ride doesn't earn me anything, I try, to think, to earn it, every ride, Around here, the community is deep, experienced, giving. I had a great time on the ride.
This week, I have eaten a ton, enjoyed the days off work, a few beers, movies, pal-ing around with the wife, hanging with our 6 cats, reading the paper, and a bit of yard work.
Today I pulled on my new socks, hopped on the cx bike, the race bike. To train.
Into the mind, again, of a cyclocross racer.
I love 'em, and wear them proud!
I can't wait to get back at, racing, all the usual suspects. Again I say "More CX Please!"
Cheers!
dlowe.
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