that's gonna get you in trouble one day...

so ~ at this road race last week, there was a "pull-up the panties and let 'er rip" downhill on the course ... 60+ mph without tryin' much.

With a pre 8am start on top of a 3K mountain, there was quite a bit of fog cloggin' up the visualizations and more dampness on the road than most people consider safe for pedalin'. We had a decent-sized field as we lined up under the banners, and it seemed everyone was stompin' their feet with blood lust and patience-be-damned. I don't know what was worse - getting sprayed by the road grime from wheels, or all the splashings of drool these beasts were throwin' out from the bits in their chompers.

And so, with visibility less than a softball throw and the rain thicker than the Austin twang of the guy who said, 'hell, the longest climb we got back home is a kilometer,' we dashed away from the line in a more than moderate sprint. A few minutes later we would find ourselves descending break-neck all the way to the bottom end of the course. It was a no-scrub, suck in the sphincter affair ... down the mountain as fast as you could through the muck and the slop, with a pack of blind lemmings followin' each other, reekin' of testosterone, caffeine and glory juice.

This race was on, baby.

. . .

as we dropped like the brainless rocks we were, i couldn't help but enjoy myself. i love the highest speeds. and what's more, i'm so damn evil ... i love rubbin' it in to those poor schleps who don't have either the good health care or the pounding egos coursin' through their veins.

and so, while most of the other boys were shakin' and quakin' in dread of what might be coming upon them on the drippery slippery roads of mach speeds and mushy-glass controlling ... i was smiling and buzzing around them, through them, past them ... like an evil smirking imp, let loose to harass and bedevil their poor wretched souls.

i'm such a jerkwad.