Cowbell Challenge!!

Well, Its the day after and I am recovering from bloody knees, muscle cramps and sunburn.

wow what a day

what happened to the tons of food? Great trail and it was cool to see all the riders and check out all the bikes.

we are just weekend warriors but it was great to be a rider and participate!

i now know what it feels like to have
my blood itch from lack of oxygen.

really. ouch. dude! on your left, Fuck!

now/here is not the place to wreck, too
fast? nosuchthing.

Outta control? yes but within reason, well,
that may/maynot be true, Fuck!

this hurts, no, this really hurts, why am i doing
this? this really fucking hurts! Oh, there's a rider
up, gotta get 'em, ha! Ohshit! keep it on the trail..
sharp left, rock and root, fast down, Ohshit!

Racing may not make a lot of sense, but,
for whatever reasons, our team,
'Fat, the other white meat.'
Turned in what was announced as
'a respectable' 10 laps in our allotted
12 hour time frame.
Yes, that's ~100
miles over a constant and unending series
of terrestrial aw-shit obstacles at speeds
neither God or Newton ever intended for
bicycling.

Hell, i never intended to go that fast, but
after Mr. R laid down the smack with a
1 hour start lap, i certainly had to 'dig
deep' and ride like i had a pair--of legs..
And ride i did, mutherfucker-mutherfucker-
mutherfucker all the way, at some point,
i realized that i was waaaaaaaay beyond
my physical threshold and could, in no way,
keep the current pace, then i did a VERY
DANGEROUS thing, i GLANCED away
from the flying blur of trees, ruts, roots and
rocks, to see my ride time--i had been riding
for fifteen minutes! Well, somewhere in the
macabre murk of 'digging deep' resides a
bastard twin known as the Secondwind.

And i needed my second wind, because
i was looking at 45 more minutes of this
shit!!--assuming i was on schedule---fuck-
i might be out here LONGER--and this was
just my first lap!! I'm gonna have to do this
every third time--all effing day!?
Thankfully, with help from my second wind,
i was able to maintain a similar time to Mr.
R's and please another macabre
character--this one being a relative
of my Ego, and it's name.. Expectation.

Initally, i didn't think i was bringing Expectation
to the race, but after the other two members
of Fat, the other white meat. performed with
lap times that were waaaaaaay ahead
of schedule, what was i to do?? Spend
my turn soft peddling and farting?
i think not..
Hubris, Pride and all that other stuff that
Buddhist flush down the toilet was at stake.
Safety, reason, and
a smooth steady pace would have to stay
home on this day.
Oh, it was on! and it stayed on for the duration of the
morning, day and night--
from 10:00am. till the last lap came in at
9:15pm.

How did we manage to willingly keep showing
up like cattle awaiting slaugher for our turn
at anerobic and noggin splitting hell?
i attribute much of that to Lady T
and her calm resolution. Indeed, as
Mr. R and myself spit tails of
woe and redemption, it was Lady
T who would, without a lot of fanfare,
quietly ease onto her alloy steed
and proceeded to rip up amazing
laptimes only to enter the transition
area one lap later looking no different
than when she started!

And since she denies having done
any specific training for the event, i have
to guess that when Mr. R
bought her that new Murano, i
guess that he had them install
huge counterweights underneath
the pedals...i guess..

Anyway, so now if people ask how the race
went, i have to remember to emulate
that stoicism, and calmly reply,
"Oh...it rocked."

If that makes any sense.....

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