Ride Trashed
Yesterday was a good day. I always get pretty geeked up for the State Cross race. I got there early to help Slohran set the course. It looked like it might rain/snow and I had my fingers crossed. Sadly the rain held off. DrX hooked me up with some kick ass tuna. Holy crap that stuff was good! The Tuna Bomb has reached new heights. Thanks Dr.
I am watching the C race and noticing the Rock Star is not here again. Anyhow I turn around and see Julie talking to two people who look vaguely familiar. She is doing this weird head twitch and I figure it is just a side effect of her wasp sting. So I go back to watching the action. Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn around to see non other than my “brotha from anotha motha” Mr. Ride Trash himself Swill and his fabulous wife Lorita. I am floored. Two of my favorite people in the world have come all the way from Santa Barbara to see me (and Julie) throw down. First the tuna and now this. I am super motivated now.
Since I have been racing out of state so much I have very few points in the Utah Series which means no love on the call up. No worries I have been at the back for most of my starts this year. There was like 20 feet of straight road before it starts to turn, then it is about 3 minutes of single track. I passed a few guys on the road then settled into the parade pace in the single track. I could only watch as the leadrs hammered away and I was riding in Zone 1. By the time we hit the open road on the back side I could not even see the leaders, I have some work to do. I got in a group with Bryson Perry, Thomas Spannring, and Mitchell Peterson. Those guys were killing it! I was not sure if I would be able to hang, but since I had so many people cheering and cracking whips for me I would not give up. We eventually made contact with bunny advocate Sam Kreig and by the last lap it was just Sam and me. We had been working each other over pretty good and I was looking for any place I was a little quicker than him. He gassed it hard on the side walk on the last lap and that was it I could not respond. I rolled across for 5th, in a lactic acid haze. I went deep into the pain cave today and dropped my flashlight.
After the race I scarfed some killer fish taco’s with the Ride Trash crew. That evening I helped a friend seal some windows and ate a killer home cooked meal with some even better company. After dinner we met up with Rock Star and the Ride Trash crew at the Red Door for some cocktails and belly laughs. What a great day. I don’t know what I did to deserve such great friends but I will take it. Thank you to everyone who contributed to a great day that reminds me how lucky I am.
