Less Talk, More ROCK
Less Talk, More Rock. This motto works equally as well for bike racing as it does for cosmic space-rockin' goodness, except when The Body gets annoyed. If you make The Body mad enough that it results in him saying something to you…well, you’ve really done it. So went the DMV last night. For some strange reason, I get quite amused when the quiet guys finally crack and let one fly. The Body seemed to be annoyed.
I ended up getting a flat again, except this time I was at the far end of the course and I had wheels in the car. Last time I flatted, I was right next to the car with no wheels and no one in the parking lot with a Campy rear wheel. In other flatting news, The Body flatted on the last lap on the turn coming onto the long straightaway. “I had my eyes closed for 10-seconds,” he said. “At first I was alright with it since I didn’t crash, then I was bummed,” he continued. Just to ride home he had to find an abrasive rock to shave down the newly ground burrs on the inside of the rim so's not to shred the sidewall of the tire. I’m changing to the steel-belted Armadillos I used at Hell of the North for next week’s DMV.
Stormin’ happened to be on fire last night. Nice job on the win. I’m sure he will be lighting things up this Saturday at the Porcupine Hillclimb, speaking of which you should all race since the proceeds benefit cancer research. I think I’m going to attack from the gun and see if I can avoid getting caught until after Storm Mountain. As an interloper on the climbs, I really need an extra little kick. My amp doesn’t go to 11 on the climbs, although I’ve got a sweet prototype dial for the handlebars that has been in the works for a while now, so we’ll see. For some reason Stormin’ was trying to motivate me to do the Hillclimb. “So Dave, how light is your bike?” he asked. “Pretty light, with the tubies on it,” I replied. “It sure feels light,” remarked Stormin’. I’m wondering if he is just trying to get a long list of guys on the start list to rip their legs off. He should have said something like, “DH, you look like you’ve lost a lot of weight and can still push the hard gears.” Just a suggestion.
In other news, D-ozza and I have been staying up much past our bedtime of late. Every July we’re in the same dilemma of trying to get everything done as normal and then attempting to watch 2 to 3 hours of bike racing. If we’re lucky I remember to start the VCR in the morning (yes, I’m not on the TiVo wagon yet, although that’s probably the next wired purchase to be made) and then we can at least skip the commercials. It’s difficult to finalize a choice on the most exciting rides so far this year. They would come down to:
- Matthias Kessler, Stage 2 getting caught just before the line.
- Matthias Kessler, Stage 3 throwing down some serious bravery to make the exact same move the next day and find success.