Last race…
… of the Seattle Metro cross series, at least.
Totally brutal.
This course was ridiculous. By the time the 1/2 race went off, the course looked like a mine field. There were jagged rocks everywhere, serrated mini sharks-teeth buried just below the sandy surface of the course. Team Redline had – no kidding – twelve (12), that’s 10 and then 2 more, flats.
I hadn’t fallen in a race all season, and I hit the deck 4 times today. 2 of ’em were due to sudden tire calamity, 1 was due to the f-in ridiculous triple barrier that was about 2 inches above knee level for my stubby 27 3/4 inch inseam midget legs, and #4 was due to a knuckle head Cat 1/2 from out of town.
Word to the wise, OK? You’ve just managed to lose over a minute to the lead masters in less than a full lap. It probably isn’t cool to try and storm past the 5 person lead group and chop them all in a corner, riding over the front guy’s front wheel in the process.
Get a clue. Your day is over, you’re “racing” for 45th, get the hell out of the way.
I’m really not quite sure how I managed to finish today; my leg looks like somebody sliced open my VMO and stitched it closed after inserting a lemon. There’s enough inflammation that my patella is getting displaced and it’s making this really groovy “clunk” sound if I try to bend the joint.
Sweet!
This just about sums up the day’s mood…
As bad as my day was, I still managed to salvage a win in the series, running the last 1/8 mile or so of the race with a broken bike on my shoulder. T.M.T. – second coming into today’s race – had an even worse day, and DNF’ed all the way down to 6th overall. I feel really bad for him. He made a giant step up in level this season, and deserved better. Frankly, having the double-points series finale race on a mine-field crapshoot of a course is pretty s***ty. We really should be able to do better than this…
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