Blather on Bicycling

I shouldn’t have bothered bringing my TT bike. We time trialed on a road about as smooth as Foothill but guys were going fast, even on road set-ups. My legs were meat. I couldn’t get my bike going. Maybe I won’t have to race the crit tomorrow.
Bob’s top 4 of 5. Motor Bike won. I’m devising some plans to slow them down. Tell Motor about some new hiking trails to explore so he gets off his bike more. Med school ought to slow down J-Rose so I’ll not worry about him. I’ll have to continue to scout the other guys and figure out what will slow them down.

I’ve got some free time between races right now over here at the Gate City Grind in Pocatello, Idaho. This morning was a road race in a strangely familiar place. My olfactory senses finally triggered my memory when I smelled human feces. Before I moved to La Grande, I also interviewed here and one of the houses the realtor showed us happened to be on the circuit we were racing. Apparently, they hadn’t gotten the septic problem fixed yet either. I wonder if I would have gotten into bike racing if I had moved here instead of La Grande?

The road race this morning was on a pretty benign course but riders kept attacking the whole race. My legs felt lifeless. Perhaps they didn’t like the 140 mile loop Rad Doc and I did Thursday. It only had 11,000 feet of elevation gain. I offered to do a less demanding ride but Rad insisted it would be good physical therapy for his freshly broken collar bone from his Elkhorn crash. Read more