I get a joy, out of pinning my number on. Sitting in the back of the van, knees pulling the fabric taught. How I crush the paper then smooth it to have a inward roll to the body.
I feel lucky when I pull out 7 safety pins.
This was a good weekend of racing for me in many ways.
I dug deep both saturday and sunday. Riding on the rare, wet, cold mud, rain, on a new course.
Troegenator CX was a treat. Saturday.
the drive out with Kelly Cline, dinner and sharing a room,
Cross is more than 45 minutes.
All the stories, and smiles. chatting about the course, getting your car pushed out of the mud by a dude that just a bit ago was standing on the top step of the podium.
Pulling into the same low budget hotel at the same time as Bob Joos, stopping by his room, and chatting a bit.
I know it comes down to how I finished. I did well. Tough battles, not any wins. but a 2nd, and a 3rd (2nd PA States).
Does that make me happy? In a way immensely. In a way I analyze the lap times, the little things, that got away from me, how I'd like to do better, I was close, I had a chance.
At the half way point of this season, I made a point to myself to savor ever race left.
Despite, tired legs, runny nose, dull brain.
Today, instincts drove me, like an non-house broken dog, I ripped it apart. The course hurt.
It was grand, great.
Today it was pretty much all about racing.
I race to win, even when I go a seasons without it.
Dissapointment runs deep, cause, most of us did not win.
I'll improve. I see myself on the top step.
maybe I'll be 85,
but I'll be up there.
Cheers! dlowe
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