The Calm Before The Storm

With a CX race tomorrow I had a plan to not do much bike wise today. But after a morning of hawking shit on eBay, I could not resist temps in the 40s and sunshine. I also remembered that A. I am not a Cross racer, B. I'm racing to avoid intervals on the trainer, and C. The weather is gonna suck the hairy asses of Ma & Pa Nature tomorrow. So "get" whilst the "getting" is good.

I threw a few layers on, got the Campeon off the trainer, put my regular wheel back on, and hit my standard road loop with the plan to go easy and slow to avoid blowing out my legs TOO much before I attempt to race Cross again tomorrow. Going "easy" on a road bike on the roads of Western PA is easier said than done. Even just doing some slowish seated climbing my heart rate would get up around 80% of max. I'd hate to see it when I stand and am trying to make good time. Why do the planets have to be aligned just f*cking right for a bike computer to work?? Magnet lined up with sensor within spec, batteries are good... and NOTHING. My top speed was 0 MPH, my average speed was 0 MPH, and my distance was 0 miles. I would have like to have pulled over and smashed it with a rock. At least I had the HR monitor to occupy my time. I'm finally learning the secrets of guiding my way through the monitor's menu, sub menu, sub-sub menu. Again Rocket Scientist = Person who can figure out the workings of a HR Monitor.

Overall the ride was sweet. For once I nailed the layering, and wasn't too cold or too hot. The sun was titz and the legs felt great compared to yesterday's 1:30 of Rail Trail mush. There were more than a few folks firing guns along the road today. One set of folks looked to be firing semi (I hope!) automatic rifles at nothing in particular. The other dude was a hunter that fired off a shot just as I was passing behind him. Not sure if he noticed that he was firing in the same direction as a natural gas well about 50 yards to his right. That had "disaster" written all over it. Moron.

The Not Cool Part Of The Ride: Some dude that came barreling around the corner in his big ass Chevy pick up and was all jacked off to find a cyclist (me). He started blowing the horn and giving me the international hand signal for "what the f*ck?". I returned the "what the f*ck?" and upped him a "go f*ck yourself!" gesture with a twist of "come on back!". Not sure what I would have done if he had. I guess I would have just bled all over him or started crying. I know it wasn't cool or smart to do such a thing. But hicks like that really chap my ass.

I got so used to many of the mountain hicks, that for the most part don't give a f*ck. Urban Hicks are a whole different breed. In the end I just got my heart rate down and took comfort in the fact that the "tough guy" couldn't ride twenty feet on a bike let alone do the races that you and I do.

I also took some comfort in the fact that the dude probably never read the manufactures "roll over" warning that comes with most trucks and SUVs. He'll be a stat soon. I just hope I'm not one sooner due to a jack off motorist like him. OK my rant is done. Sorry. It wasn't cool.

Tomorrow's Cross race could be epic. It will be bad enough for me racing the first race, but with temps in the 30s and a rain snow mix forecasted, by the time the "A"s hit the course, shit is gonna be N.A.S.T.Y.!! Sucks that the weather looks so sucky. Wifey and the B-Man were gonna come check it out, but that looks doubtful. Anxious to race and spectate tomorrow. Hope to bring a little "winter warmer" with me, a cow bell, a bikini, and some new heckles for Team Argyle in the "B" race, and Steve-O, Pfluger and Solo Goat in the "A".

Time to have a couple brews and get my ballz ready. What, did your really think I would attempt another cross race in hay-noose weather without the aid of some Turkey Ball Mojo?? Pfffft!!!!!!!!!!!!

Later.

P.S. Can someone please go buy my shit on eBay. If you don't, B-Man won't have a Christmas this year :(

OK, that was a lie, I just want to pay off my wheels. Sorry.