I've been having so much fun, enjoyable, spunky good times on the the bike, that I forgot, how to race a crit.
Tour De Fish
I came in last in the field sprint, after going for the 3 laps to go prime, when I rejoined the field, I was in poor positioning, and weak legged status. All the chasing in the woods and town line sprints, made for fun times on the bike. but my mind, forgot, that when Old Men kit up, that it's serious business out there. HA! and being in the right place, just doesn't happen, you gotta go after it.
I've become soft and truthfully a bit un-confident, of reading the other riders, and holding my place or moving up in the field.
I had a blast, and the legs felt awfully good, the soul, a bit crushed, but hell, someone has to be last.
It's been mostly highs around here, great rides with friends, feeling groovy and a bit nippy faster on the mtbike.
Polished up the cx bikes, and chomping to get going on the training and skills.
and despite my lackluster finish, enjoying the road riding an awful lot too.
crit tent time, beers and lots of snearky small talk, getting ready for CX!
damn, I love riding the bikes, all of them!
cheers pals, dlowe