Okay, so we got pending approval for the race date. Looks like it is a go. As soon as it is in writing, we will have the flyer out, and will start spreading the word to out-of-towners. In the meantime, go ahead and count on being at the race on March 1st at Red Bug – or start planning your excuses now.
Whew am I tired of hearing people complain about the cold. Man. Go ride yore bike. I mean, I am sissy when it comes to riding in the cold, but I don’t go anouncing it to everyone. 007 was out riding his bike in the snow yesterday, and many people up north would love to be riding in 45 degree blue sky weather. Yeh, its cold. For Florida. It still beats sitting on the trainer, and ya gotta get the miles in of you want to be fast this spring. Chuck the deuces and ride out – boyZ
This lesson was learned long ago, but reiterated over the weekend. Don’t compete against the Whittington’s in ANYTHING. They are freakishly strong, and their competitiveness is only outmatched by……well nothing. This updated lesson came in the form of a beat down in arm wrestling against Marko. If you piss off a Whittington turn around, find the nearest exit and run the hell out of there. Of course they are also freakishly fast, will catch you, and beat you senseless.
Big Jim “Noodle Arm” out.
On Christmas I was drunk. I threw down the gauntlet(Red Dragon style) to ride one hundred miles New Years Day, worst of all, there were witnesses to my retardation. I was committed at this point, rain was my only out. I ended up riding 103 miles and according to the all knowing Polar, 6034 calories, shouldn’t I be clinically dead after that? I was not going fast, but pedaling for 6 hours and 40 minutes really takes a toll. I felt good and was happy with my completion without the disasters of the first “Felasco Assessment Ride”. If I had not done it, I would have felt like a punk ass for bailing on my own gauntlet throwing.