In fact, it was a mechanical kind of day. Dealing with a new seatpost (slippage). Findng out the the shell on my toupe (not my hair piece that I don't have yet) was broken. Got that replaced, but am having the damnest time getting it right. The new saddle does not have the sag yet, so it feels high, but the nose is below the mark (super special adjustment tool, a mark on a motor oil bottle that I sit on the top tube). I feel that that princess and the pea thang.
Anyway, Tuesday special time. I get in a little ride before hand, and roll to the starting point. Smallish group again. No Jared, no Ken, so no one to chase. Craig N. is there, but he seems to not be going too fast, even though he did win the 40 Otter circuit race. Oh well.
Run out, uneventful. Other that slashing my front tire. Argh. Luckily EB (sporting the time trial bike today) had a spent goo packet for a boot, allowing me to finish the ride.
I don't go for the Morro Bay sprint (like I ever do), but Craig N. puts in an impressive dig. The wind is kicking in the normal direction today, so it should be more fun heading back compared to last week. However, this week, it looks as though the sitting on is going to start way early. What's up with these people? Ain't this about getting fast? Put yer nose in the wind. EB, though, decides to pitch in a helping hand right before we head up the hill. Of course, he's got the speedy bike, so cutting through the wind is a bit easier for him.
He ushers me through, and it's time to busta move on the hill. Ain't gonna get competition from the kid today, so it is me against me. And guess what? I won. Yey. KOM is mine.
Going down, I think make 'em chase or wait a bit? Okay, let's be social. But to my surprise, first up is Peter B. He musta got some juice from Floyd when he came through town on his FFF tour. Hey, cool enough. Roation time. But even though Pedro got over the hill well, he did not have the pull through, allowing aero EB to catch up, and C. "the grunter" Black as well. I pull most of LOVR, and even made CB hurt a bit on the downward side, where his superior downhill weight usually gives him the advantage. He does get the sprint, though, cuz we all know that ain't my gig. I just warm them up and let them go. Although, Olaf did make some dig about me not having a finish. Maybe I really should make some out of the saddle efforts some time soon.
Damn, where did the day go? Sahsa needs her walk, and I need to get ready for the 8-8 schedule tomorrow. Yey.
2 comments:
how do you get a polka dot jersey at 240 feet?
that is barely a roller......
too bad they don't cut paved bike paths over the sisters....
Hey, don't bash my weekly ego boost. I got over the hill first, the poka dots are mine. And, just to sound arrogant, I'd definitely get the KOM if it went all the way up Hollister.
On that note, the guy who owns the property around Holister is a bit of a...(kids may be reading this). A mt bike trail, though, from Black Mountain to Cerro San Luis Would be sweet. Ain't gonna ever happen, though.
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