First race, YES! Well, not really. The first four laps went with out a hitch. Then I ate a ham sandwich. Then, the next two laps left me with a feeling of puking and shitting my pants. To some of you that might be cool, but to me it wasn't. So I called it quits after about four hours of riding. Now only if I could have kept up with my pit crew. Cold, but got me out of the pits faster than the group of guys I was riding with. Thanks Brenda.

Lesson learned, ham sandwiches do not work for me. I'm going to try PB&J at my next race.

Race check list:
Bike, all to go
Clothes, have enough for temperature 0 to 80 degrees and rain
Ahh fuck it just another day of work!!

15 hrs of riding. 12 hrs of trail work. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Back to the real world on Monday.

Trail work

6hrs of trail work today. Fuckin awesome!!!!










After diggin, bustin, and axein,a beer never tasted soooooooo good.

Me and Lucy finally made it in the paper.

W.T.F I cant win this week. This is really how the bike landed, with me sliding under neath the tree.
Anther 100 some dollar fuckin helmet broke. Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!

Findley got some time with friend.
De rooted, De bermed, and now sustainable.
wipe out and carnage too follow.
My rim was fucked, so I rode it.


Today: Licking my wounds.