What The Heck Friday

I got out for a short spin today on the Mamasita. Just something to prep the legs for either racing at Big Bear in the a.m. or heading to the mountain to ride. Earlier I was all about doing the race. But as the day and night goes on, I have a few beers and I realize the stress I went through during last week's race, I'm thinking that NOT getting up at 4:30 a.m. and NOT racing 50 miles is the way to go. Especially since I'm about to drop nearly 2 bills on the SM100 and doing better at that race is WAY more important to me right now. I just don' see any value right now in dong the race tomorrow. If it started later, and and I hadn't just bonked like a noob fueled on the fat man fart gas, I would be all over the race. But there is just not any real value physically or mentally for me to do the race. So, as of 9:00 p.m. I am aborting. Let the backlash begin!

So time just to chill and stop worrying about whether I'll make it to Big Bear on time in the a.m.. Gonna hand with Wifey and B-Man, drink a beer an watch Bee Movie. I love that freaking movie! Yes, I'm not completely comfortable with parting with my "hipster cred."

So I leave you with this....

What is Josh Tostado doing in the pic from the Wilderness 101?

Is he...

A) Looking for his keys that just fell betweenst the bridge planks?
B) In the beginning stages of a head stand?
C) Mocking the photographer by farting in his general direction?
D) Proving that even Pros can go down on slicker than snot bridges?

Those bridges were damn slick. I of course tip toes over them like an Nancy Boy.

Later.