Long Quick One

There's something to be said for when a 24 mile mountain bike ride is considered "short". I hit Seven Spring today and rode a lap with Aaron, Brad and Don (Jesus Don, get a link! This looks f*cking ghetto, ha!). B.A.& D. are some super cool local racers (Brad is a Bikeman.com teammate) who invited me to slow them down for a lap today as they got their pre ride on. We had a fun lap together and riding with them upped my lap time by 10+ minutes. Thanks guys! After our lap together I headed out for lap two and they went to the car for some water and gels before heading back out. They would later catch me at the 8 mile mark as I took on some more fluids and food at the Soob. They were riding super and should have a kick ass race. Jesus can Brad hammer that big climb. I felt like a Touring cyclist out there.

I headed back out to finish the last 4 miles of lap 2 and think about whether I wanted to do another lap. I of course WANTED to do another lap, but thoughts of my back yard's knee high grass, the fact that Wifey and I are supposed to meet some old friends of hers for dinner tonight, and my want to road ride tomorrow filled my head and lead me to call it after two laps. Really, with 2 weeks before the big show and now a little over 14 laps completed on the course any more would just be Velosturbation®. And although it feels damn good, I've heard you can go blind from that. So I think until race day I MIGHT be done with the course. I wouldn't mind sneaking up for a night lap in the next two weeks if anyone is interested, but I'll survive if I don't.

When I got back to the Soob, Team B.A.& D. were heading out for another quick lap. We chatted a bit and then they took off. Hope to see them again soon. They're a real nice bunch of riders and pretty damn fast. I look to see them on the podium at Seven Springs for sure. I also had a chance to meet Steevo today. Steve is a local Cat 1 (that of course means ballz out f*cking fast) road racer AND fast as shit mountain biker. Nothing like standing next to an elite level athlete to make you feel like your 6'1"/180 lb. body is just one big tub of shit! HA! It was nice to finally meet Steve, since I've been reading his blog for some time.

During my second lap I ran into Trail Builder Matt and his Side Show Bob hair. He was trimming some bush (typing that was oddly arousing) on the trail and I stopped to chat a bit. I thanked him for his work and mentioned how I thought this was the best Seven Springs course so far. He agreed, but added that he hoped it wasn't the last. This made me sad. The rumor mill in the area has been churning out some pretty strong rumors that this indeed may be the LAST 24 Hour Champion Challenge. God I hope not! It's such a great venue and course.

But then I started to think. F*CK IT! It they can't keep a race going, not my problem. They made close to $1,000 off just me over the past 5 years or so. Maybe if they didn't insist on having it Labor Day weekend, which is the same day as the uber popular SM100, maybe they would get more of a turn out, which IMHO has always been pretty damn good!). For a race, all we need are some trails and more than one person. If there's no 24CC next year, I'll race anyway. You, me, and that guy over there on the vintage GT. We'll get together and ride for a bunch of hours. You don't need fancy number plates, big prizes, t shirts, and a title sponsor to have a God damn race. Just some folks who want to see how far/long they can go. Who's up for the 12 or 24 hours of Chamois Soilage??? No prizes unless you bring one. Entry fee is a case of non shit beer OR food item to be eaten afterwards. Date, time, course, to be determined. I'm only SORT of joking about this.

I got out of the chamois, loaded my gear and headed down the mountain. I made my stop at the Six Pack Shop for my pepperoni roll and the day's batch wasn't out of the oven yet and it would be about 25 minutes. FRIG!!! THIS is why you do more than 2 laps!! Had I done the 3rd lap I would have made the drive home shoving the best pepperoni roll on earth down my pie hole at 75 mph. I guess I saved some extra calories and now I can double up on guacamole at Mad Mex tonight.

Once home, I got to see the B-Man before he headed out to a swim party with Wifey. Damn he looked cute in his Spider Man trunks and Spider Man water shoes (if that's what they call those things, hell I don't know). I then quickly did a half assed mow job on the lawn, washed my Dos Niner and ate some grub. Time to finish the last few words of this digital fish wrap, enjoy another Hop Devil (2nd Best Beer In The World) and watch a the movie Superbad that a co-worker lent me.

Road ride tomorrow if my ass isn't on fire from tonight's Mexicana.

Later.