Going Underground

I had roughly 12 hours in on the week, and after yesterday's dirt binge, my slack ass could have done nicely with a day off the bike. But warm, sunny temps and an invite to the underground road race for mountain bike types- The Tour of **** made it just too difficult. I mean who could pass up an 8 stage road race where 6 of the stage are steep, nose of the saddle in you rectum type climbs, and one of the stages is a PBR chug?? Some races (even more than normal) are gifts- meaning they are to be done. To be enjoyed, and to just be taken in for how racin' surely started out many, many years ago... I have a bike, you have a bike, let's see who can get to the top of that bitch of a hill first.

So the race plan was that 15ish folks would meet at the race directors house, in a housing development in Westmoreland County, put some money in the hopper, do a bunch of climbs, keep score, and see what happened. Sure there were are couple of part time roadies (Aaron) and SURE there was the freak of nature that is The Pflug, but for the most part you had a range of folks that were everything from freaks (Pflug again), to hard core mountain bike freaks (Don), to weekend warriors, to people like me (not sure what exactly I am, and that is probably best left undiscussed.) Basically what you had was a bunch of guys doing what I guess could be termed a "hick alley cat." Meaning there were no fixies, no tight fitting jeans, and no uber hipsters. Just folks wanting to feel some pain, talk trash, and have a beer at the end.

Derby that shit.

There were some added bonus points for road side sightings- Underwear, Pontiac Fieros, porn, etc., I of COURSE scored with an underwear sighting! One of my 2 points on the day! Yep, while pushing solo through no mans land between the freaks at the front, and the folks at the back I spied me some Joe Boxers and took my first point of the day.

It's ain't about the bike- it's about the gutchies, fool!

But sadly I was not the only one to find a pair this days, as the cat below took in a pair of God knows what sort of panties and had the balls to pick that shit up.

Mr. Race director put on a hell of a race, and it was the perfect way to cap off a great week in the saddle. Pflug took home the win on his Salsa Podio (VERY sweet ride) and probably scored more cash than a Granny Gear 24 hour race winner (and some Pro XC races), some guy who's name escapes me (Heff?) took 2nd, and Aaron took 3rd in full XXC kit! SWEET! Me? I did about how I expected. Off the back of the fast guys, but in front of the slower group. Sort of how I race all the time. I did pick up an extra point for coming in 5th in the PBR chug and THAT gave me enough points to be almost last on the day. LOL! All a great time though.

The chug.

The worst part of the day was when I THOUGHT that we were racing to the PBR stash, and I put the hammer down as hard as I could down hill and through a series of rollers to the designated finish. I took the win! Oh wait.... We weren't racing there? Ohhhhhhh.... Yeah I knew that, I just needed to open the legs up a bit! LOL!

Mr. Race Director does the math on the stage.

Today's ride got me into the teens this week in hours. I'll take that shit. A great ride to end a great week. There is yet another underground event in my future, this one of the "off road variety," that will make today look like a walk in the park. I'd like to tell you, but then it really wouldn't be underground, would it? LOL!

Aaron rocks full XXC kit, Don give his version of "the look," and I sadly add
to my collection of photos of Don and Aaron's asses.

Oh well, somewhere in Thailand there is a European business man willing to spend BIG bucks for photos like this. If he only knew he could satisfy his pervyness right here! Speaking of pervyness, I have the itch to watch some Polish Women's Volleyball. Damn that shit gets me goin'!!!*

Later.

*Relax, I'm joking!! Anyway, I'm more into watching College Women's Volleyball on the Big 10 Network. OR track and field. Either way....