3.30.2009
3.29.2009
Cycley
We had a little bike gang rolling around oceanside; Maggie, Marla, Chase, Zoë, and me. Now we are having an after cycle coffee stop!
3.27.2009
3.19.2009
The brighter side of things...
Speed Racer is awesome.
After all of the bad press and negative comments about the remake of the Speed Racer series I knew that I had to eventually watch it. The cartoon series is a cult classic amongst my generation of racing fans; very similar to what Initial D did for the drifting community. Maybe it was because it was a movie about racing and cars that made me think about all of the old fun times that I had not too long ago; or maybe it was the cartoony aspect of it. All I know is that it is just fun.
Hmmmm lets go to the moon on a kite with this one...
Initial D was far too serious to take for seriousness. It tried too hard to be like real life and in doing so made it all too easy to judge it accordingly. The comedy of the show didn’t exist, that is unless you took the whole premise as a joke and laughed accordingly. Gutter drops, and turning your headlights off doesn’t always work… The movie rendition of the anime is far too horrible; they combined characters, messed with the plot, blah blah bleh. This movie was not made in the spirit of the movie it was made from the shit that was the drifting bandwagon.
Speed Racer (anime) on the other hand was pure hilariousness; much as any other overtly dubbed 1960s broadcast. The movie does not disappoint in the comedy aspect, however it failed horribly on even making the slightest attempt to horribly dub at least one person of the movie. Even though this was a movie directed at the younger generation it still reigns true in the spirit of the original show; and who could ask for anything more?
If you want to watch a movie that is pure graphic novel truth; watch Sin City. If you want comic to TV purity watch the original X-Men cartoon series. If you want to watch a fun movie that will make you happy and get you reminiscing about the old good times; watch Speed Racer the movie.
After all of the bad press and negative comments about the remake of the Speed Racer series I knew that I had to eventually watch it. The cartoon series is a cult classic amongst my generation of racing fans; very similar to what Initial D did for the drifting community. Maybe it was because it was a movie about racing and cars that made me think about all of the old fun times that I had not too long ago; or maybe it was the cartoony aspect of it. All I know is that it is just fun.
Hmmmm lets go to the moon on a kite with this one...
Initial D was far too serious to take for seriousness. It tried too hard to be like real life and in doing so made it all too easy to judge it accordingly. The comedy of the show didn’t exist, that is unless you took the whole premise as a joke and laughed accordingly. Gutter drops, and turning your headlights off doesn’t always work… The movie rendition of the anime is far too horrible; they combined characters, messed with the plot, blah blah bleh. This movie was not made in the spirit of the movie it was made from the shit that was the drifting bandwagon.
Speed Racer (anime) on the other hand was pure hilariousness; much as any other overtly dubbed 1960s broadcast. The movie does not disappoint in the comedy aspect, however it failed horribly on even making the slightest attempt to horribly dub at least one person of the movie. Even though this was a movie directed at the younger generation it still reigns true in the spirit of the original show; and who could ask for anything more?
If you want to watch a movie that is pure graphic novel truth; watch Sin City. If you want comic to TV purity watch the original X-Men cartoon series. If you want to watch a fun movie that will make you happy and get you reminiscing about the old good times; watch Speed Racer the movie.
3.18.2009
SaRx7?
I had a very interesting revelation a few days ago, at the most cliché place to have these; a coffee shop. Now this isn’t one of those "ALLELUJA ALLELEJEWA" moments, but it was pretty eye opening -and turned out to be very helpful-. But as my mind suits me I will divulge you, the viewa, with a bit of my petrol history... My very first car was quite a looker; a blue skinned grey boned British American true blood. She was a London Sterling Coach. She was #28 of 40 ever madesent into the United States. Madesent is quite an odd word, but then again so is the reason why I use it. The shell of the car was sent from England to hopefully boost the sales of a new type of taxi/limo. The idea behind it was give us statesman a little glimmer of what the tea bringers have on a daily. The sad thing is that the people in the states never really thought of the long term, nor did they really think about the height of people that might drive it. As a young kid this is fine, but as every young person does they grow -then again, I am a frikken giant so this really doesn’t apply to everyone-. As I grew, the car shrank. So as any stupid young kid would have done, I sold the car to buy a car that suited my taste for speed. But before I start getting into my... obsessivedestructivelove I will post a few pictures of my British lass. 
After her there was my first red haired love. And the thing about red haired lovers is that they poison you. Poison you with a beat in your heart that will always skip when you see her again. She was a 1986 Mazda Rx7; base model. Nothing fancy, not fast, but she was right for me. She had a heart that spun for me, rather than masturbate itself like the rest of you kids, and that amongst other things made me happier than a fat kid loves cake -I would have known as I was a fat kid-. 
After the first poison there were 3 others after her (bodies, I have had at least 10 engines swapped into the various 7s). However the was one in particular is what caught my mind when I was at that coffee shop. My green beast for which I made my first mark upon the world, yes the world. 
It started out as a championship white 1987 Mazda Rx7 GTU. This choice was not random, nor the first car that I could find, there were a couple reasons that I bought this particular year and model. First was the body style; the Series 4 (S4 for short) has a much cleaner and less aggressive body style than the S5 -and on top of that it has a front bumper that takes a garden wall front lip fantastically-. The second is the rear differential; the S4 has a clutch type LSD that allows for the rear tyres to lock together significantly easier than the viscous type that come in the S5. While the S5 is better for autocrosses and the like, the S4's stock diff is better when car control is taken into context. 
Because I was still a fat kid, and a lazy fat kid at that, I needed to drop some weight in my car so that it would be significantly more agile. So after I upgraded some of the suspension components I stripped everything out of it; thus taking 40ish lbs out of my car without ever having to work out. For a street car, the idea of this was pretty weird, and for the most part not very logical; but let’s face the facts, it is pretty fucking badass. Even with all of that badass and awesomeness it came at a pretty steep price; constant attention, care, money, stress, towing, breakdowns, crashes, and the occasional fire. It wasn’t until I had the conversation with her at the coffee shop when everything started to click. My relationship right now is not in the best of shape. Actually it is getting worse by the minute. Now there are some key differences between my 7, and the lady. My Rx7 no matter how she appeared, she was always fantastic to look at and be within; my current lady not always attractive, and the more that I see her the less she becomes -not going to get into the second part about my 7 and how that relates to the lady, because that shows no class-. My 7 was able to bring me constant happiness; whenever I thought, drove, or even when she broke down it was always good. The lady... well right now I am shaking with frustration and stress because of her CNOSTANT FUCKING ATTENTION THAT SHE REQUIRES. Prime example last night, every time that I wanted to end the conversation on a good note she would repeat what she just said and everything would start all over again, forcing me to chain smoke and not get to sleep until 1am, and not the 11pm that I was hoping. When my 7 had me awake late, it was in pure ecstasy on the mountains. We would be traveling at fun speed sliding around corners until the sun came up. When I am up with the lady, the only thing that saves me are the sweet death sticks that I constantly put in my mouth, and give me that great pleasure of cutting off oxygen to my body and mind. Nearly without fail my Rx7 would break down, break something, or need something every week. In other words our relationship would break apart nearly every weekend. That is what my relationship is like now -other than the happiness that followed the repairs-. Throughout the life of that 7 I have had 3ish tranny swaps, and 4 engine swaps. I never took it to a mechanic because my friends would help me fix it in my driveway or at the school parking lot, and we would have a ball doing so. The final engine lasted quite awhile, but that is because I was running on a blow apex seal. That brings us to where I am now. The relationship is running on a destroyed engine, it breaks down more and more frequently, and every time it breaks it takes longer to fix and the end results keep making the start up harder and harder. The day that the final engine died it was a sad day, but then again growing up and becoming famous because of it was well worth the destructive nature of a junk yard. My relationship with the lady has never been glamorous; I went broke 3 times, I cried for the first time in 6 years because of her, I have had to abandon my friends to make sure she was pleased, ever since October there hasn’t been a week where drama hasn’t been introduced because of her, I have had to change who I was to make myself more suitable to her, I have had to give up what I am so that there would be less drama, and my right eye is twitching all the time now (only happens when stress is overwhelming). There isn’t much more that I can handle this blown apex seal is making too much noise and will need to be put down. Now comes the moment when I have to realize that the engine can no longer be of viable to use. Not a single person I know respects or likes being around her, she is overbearing, WAY too clingy, requires too much attention, and when I ask her to come over drama starts because it wasn’t soon enough. Like the rotary I will eventually explode because of too much pressure. This engine is on one of its last spins. 
--side note, after the Green Machine i had this to help make my life really happy-- 
After her there was my first red haired love. And the thing about red haired lovers is that they poison you. Poison you with a beat in your heart that will always skip when you see her again. She was a 1986 Mazda Rx7; base model. Nothing fancy, not fast, but she was right for me. She had a heart that spun for me, rather than masturbate itself like the rest of you kids, and that amongst other things made me happier than a fat kid loves cake -I would have known as I was a fat kid-. After the first poison there were 3 others after her (bodies, I have had at least 10 engines swapped into the various 7s). However the was one in particular is what caught my mind when I was at that coffee shop. My green beast for which I made my first mark upon the world, yes the world. It started out as a championship white 1987 Mazda Rx7 GTU. This choice was not random, nor the first car that I could find, there were a couple reasons that I bought this particular year and model. First was the body style; the Series 4 (S4 for short) has a much cleaner and less aggressive body style than the S5 -and on top of that it has a front bumper that takes a garden wall front lip fantastically-. The second is the rear differential; the S4 has a clutch type LSD that allows for the rear tyres to lock together significantly easier than the viscous type that come in the S5. While the S5 is better for autocrosses and the like, the S4's stock diff is better when car control is taken into context. Because I was still a fat kid, and a lazy fat kid at that, I needed to drop some weight in my car so that it would be significantly more agile. So after I upgraded some of the suspension components I stripped everything out of it; thus taking 40ish lbs out of my car without ever having to work out. For a street car, the idea of this was pretty weird, and for the most part not very logical; but let’s face the facts, it is pretty fucking badass. Even with all of that badass and awesomeness it came at a pretty steep price; constant attention, care, money, stress, towing, breakdowns, crashes, and the occasional fire. It wasn’t until I had the conversation with her at the coffee shop when everything started to click. My relationship right now is not in the best of shape. Actually it is getting worse by the minute. Now there are some key differences between my 7, and the lady. My Rx7 no matter how she appeared, she was always fantastic to look at and be within; my current lady not always attractive, and the more that I see her the less she becomes -not going to get into the second part about my 7 and how that relates to the lady, because that shows no class-. My 7 was able to bring me constant happiness; whenever I thought, drove, or even when she broke down it was always good. The lady... well right now I am shaking with frustration and stress because of her CNOSTANT FUCKING ATTENTION THAT SHE REQUIRES. Prime example last night, every time that I wanted to end the conversation on a good note she would repeat what she just said and everything would start all over again, forcing me to chain smoke and not get to sleep until 1am, and not the 11pm that I was hoping. When my 7 had me awake late, it was in pure ecstasy on the mountains. We would be traveling at fun speed sliding around corners until the sun came up. When I am up with the lady, the only thing that saves me are the sweet death sticks that I constantly put in my mouth, and give me that great pleasure of cutting off oxygen to my body and mind. Nearly without fail my Rx7 would break down, break something, or need something every week. In other words our relationship would break apart nearly every weekend. That is what my relationship is like now -other than the happiness that followed the repairs-. Throughout the life of that 7 I have had 3ish tranny swaps, and 4 engine swaps. I never took it to a mechanic because my friends would help me fix it in my driveway or at the school parking lot, and we would have a ball doing so. The final engine lasted quite awhile, but that is because I was running on a blow apex seal. That brings us to where I am now. The relationship is running on a destroyed engine, it breaks down more and more frequently, and every time it breaks it takes longer to fix and the end results keep making the start up harder and harder. The day that the final engine died it was a sad day, but then again growing up and becoming famous because of it was well worth the destructive nature of a junk yard. My relationship with the lady has never been glamorous; I went broke 3 times, I cried for the first time in 6 years because of her, I have had to abandon my friends to make sure she was pleased, ever since October there hasn’t been a week where drama hasn’t been introduced because of her, I have had to change who I was to make myself more suitable to her, I have had to give up what I am so that there would be less drama, and my right eye is twitching all the time now (only happens when stress is overwhelming). There isn’t much more that I can handle this blown apex seal is making too much noise and will need to be put down. Now comes the moment when I have to realize that the engine can no longer be of viable to use. Not a single person I know respects or likes being around her, she is overbearing, WAY too clingy, requires too much attention, and when I ask her to come over drama starts because it wasn’t soon enough. Like the rotary I will eventually explode because of too much pressure. This engine is on one of its last spins. --side note, after the Green Machine i had this to help make my life really happy--
3.03.2009
SMOKE!
So as most of you know I am a cyclist as well as a tobacconist. This, in itself, poses a problem not only for my health, but also for my fitness level. Do I care? Nope. A co-worker of mine was in England recently to take care of some business and while he was over there I asked him if he would buy me some lucky strike filtered cigarettes. Why? Because you cannot buy them here in the states.
One of the weirdest things is that they don’t come in packages of 20 cigarettes like they do in the states; they come in packages or 10. On top of that the little death symbols that they have on the box is not a slip of paper that you can take off and throw away like they do here, the words and pictures are actually printed on the box.
By the way, they taste just as good as I remember them. There is not a single cigarette out there that can compare to the taste that luckies give; almost makes me want to stop smoking and just wait until I go over there and stock up... almost.
3.02.2009
Gran Fondo, Fixies, Fatties
March 1st 2009 was a fantastic day for me. It is the day that got me back into training and an overall better fitness level. I have wanted to get into some type of event that allows me to have a base line time that I will be able to work from and off. My current fitness level is nothing compared to what it was while I was working for Teldata. While I was working in San Diego I was able to bike 9 miles every workday, and then on the weekends I was doing at least 30-45 miles. In other words, I was doing around 85 miles of bike riding every week. I never made the time to cross train, actually I didn't have the time, but that was due to the drama. After I left Teldata in December is was all too easy of me to just get into my car and just drive the mile to work, and all of my free time was spent being with my lady, as she would get depressed if I wasn’t with her every moment.
In August of 2007 I made a bet with a co-worker of mine; $100 to whomever could lose the most weight before Christmas. When we weighed in I was 308lbs, I was a size 40 waist, and wore XL shirts. The bet was never fulfilled, as he fled the country to tend to his family in Mexico. I quit Salcor and started to work at Guitar Center for 9 months or so, lost some weight because I was running around and moving guitars. I left Guitar center in January and started to work for Teldata. When I started working at Teldata I was barely able to properly fit into a size 38. I wanted a change, I wanted to one of those sartorialists on a cycle that Scott Schuman loves to photo. Months and months passed and I was shedding weight. None of my clothes fit me anymore, and for the first time in my life I was happy about it.
In November of 2008 I weighed 207lbs, a waist of 34, and can wear Medium shirts. In one year I was able to lose 100lbs. The earliest time that I can remember weighing that much was when I was in 8th grade. My BMI went from 35.6 (obese) to a 23.9 (normal) in one year.
I started to lose some of my drive after I left Teldata. The dramas of life were getting to me and I couldn’t spend any time on a bicycle; that coupled with the holiday season I gained some weight. As of today I weigh 220lbs giving me a BMI of 25.4 (cusp of over weight). This brings me to why I wanted to get back in shape. My goal this year is to break the 200lbs mark, just once. I don’t want to stay there; I just want to break it so that I can say that I have. I also want to maintain a weight of 210-215; although once I start muscle building I will probably weigh more than that, but it is nice to have a target weight.
The Gran Fondo was the starting point. In the ride there were two different classes; the 100 mile, and the 45 mile. I enrolled in the 45 mile for two reasons; I wanted to do it on a fixed gear and I didn't think that I could do 100 miles in the shape that I am in right now. My goal for the ride was under 3 hours 30min. This was a very tangible goal for me, as a couple weeks prior I did 29 miles in 1 hour and 45 minutes; the Gran Fondo has quite a few more hills so I knew that my pace would be slower. Jeg and I got to the event an hour early, so that we would not be in a state of rush as well as find decent parking. We were able to find parking a block away from the start, unpack, and stretch with plenty of time to spare.
The century riders were to be led by a pack of Ferraris and Ducatis, and every wave would be sent off by Ernesto Colnago himself. All in all the start was very Italian.
After all of the century riders were set off it was time for the 45 milers to grid up and set off.
Within the first 2 miles I hit a bump and my seat flopped back, so I had to pull over and tighten it. Then I went over some train tracks a couple miles later and I had a flat tyre, and my seat went out of whack again. At this point I was the very last person in the entire field; I was so far back that I didn’t see anyone at all. While in the process of trying to catch up I got lost... twice. Once I got back on the right path I noticed that my pedals were flopping around a bit, similar to the feel of a really loose chain, I looked down while I was waiting at a light and moved the pedals to see if I could locate the problem. The Chain dint move the pedals were... bad karma. I pulled of yet again and tightened the bolts that hold my chain ring to my pedals and started off again. About the 10 mile mark I finally started to catch up with the stragglers. Surprisingly they were the couple that I was standing next to in the starting grid.
I followed them for a bit, and we passed the first aid station. A couple miles later I had another flat tyre so I pulled over and patched it up. At this point it was pretty smooth cycling, that is until I hit a rock and had yet another flat at mile 20 or so. We then passed though and made a loop around the Olympic Training Center in Otay Mesa; I stopped to get some water as well as attempt to pick up the pace. People were passing me on the downhill, as they were able to knock into the big ring and gain some speed while I just unclipped my feet and watch the pedals dance below me. It is actually quite funny, because the people that passed me on the downhill were the same people that I was passing while climbing up hills :) fixies win.
At around mile 33 they had the final aid station. I stopped to fill up on water and get some energy via bananas, oranges, and a few pretzels. Then we started making one of our last climbs and while I was trying to stand up to get some leverage my thigh started to cramp up. I sat back down and put more force into the upstroke to compensate when my calf started to do the same thing, thankfully I was able make it to the top of the hill unclip my feet and try to stretch it out and remove the cramps. And then out of no where a cyclist pulls up next to me and asks whether I unclipped because of the fixed gear or cramps. I told him cramps and he told me that he has some salt tablets, and Advil to ease the pain. I pulled over and praised him for his generosity, took the pills and gulped a hefty sum of water. Within a minute the cramps were gone and I could move again.
2 miles away form the finish line I started to make some pulls and passes on people, but this action was sapping me of the little energy I had left, and at one red light it was really apparent. I was trying to slow my pace down so that I wouldn’t have to unclip at a red light when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to hold my balance for too much longer. I tried to unclip my foot, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t fall, but I did nudge a lady and she got pissed at me.
"You should ride a track bike if you don’t know how to"
"It is not the bike, I couldn't unclip my feet"
"Still you should watch out"
"You try doing 45 miles in a fixed gear, and tell me that you aren't as tired as I am"
"Grumble, grumble, grumble"
I mean, for fucks sake... if someone accidentally fell into me I would not get mad, I would chuckle and make a comment about sticky pedals. But I would not get angry at them... I followed them to the finish line keeping my distance so that I wouldn't have to hear them.
Out of all of the participants I was the only person there with a fixed gear bike, and I finished the race in 3:24:22. I was really happy that I was able to beat my goal time. At the same time though, I knew that if I would have kept up with my fitness I would have been easily able to break the 3 hour mark; which will be the goal for my next ride/race.
During the ride I had 3 flat tyres, 2 seat malfunctions, my bottle fell out of the cage twice, got lost twice, and I had to stop and tighten all of my chain ring bolts; and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
If you have never done a race/ride of any kind you really should try it. It is a nice way to get out of yourself and focus on nothing but the sound of wind in your ears.
In August of 2007 I made a bet with a co-worker of mine; $100 to whomever could lose the most weight before Christmas. When we weighed in I was 308lbs, I was a size 40 waist, and wore XL shirts. The bet was never fulfilled, as he fled the country to tend to his family in Mexico. I quit Salcor and started to work at Guitar Center for 9 months or so, lost some weight because I was running around and moving guitars. I left Guitar center in January and started to work for Teldata. When I started working at Teldata I was barely able to properly fit into a size 38. I wanted a change, I wanted to one of those sartorialists on a cycle that Scott Schuman loves to photo. Months and months passed and I was shedding weight. None of my clothes fit me anymore, and for the first time in my life I was happy about it.
In November of 2008 I weighed 207lbs, a waist of 34, and can wear Medium shirts. In one year I was able to lose 100lbs. The earliest time that I can remember weighing that much was when I was in 8th grade. My BMI went from 35.6 (obese) to a 23.9 (normal) in one year.
I started to lose some of my drive after I left Teldata. The dramas of life were getting to me and I couldn’t spend any time on a bicycle; that coupled with the holiday season I gained some weight. As of today I weigh 220lbs giving me a BMI of 25.4 (cusp of over weight). This brings me to why I wanted to get back in shape. My goal this year is to break the 200lbs mark, just once. I don’t want to stay there; I just want to break it so that I can say that I have. I also want to maintain a weight of 210-215; although once I start muscle building I will probably weigh more than that, but it is nice to have a target weight.
The Gran Fondo was the starting point. In the ride there were two different classes; the 100 mile, and the 45 mile. I enrolled in the 45 mile for two reasons; I wanted to do it on a fixed gear and I didn't think that I could do 100 miles in the shape that I am in right now. My goal for the ride was under 3 hours 30min. This was a very tangible goal for me, as a couple weeks prior I did 29 miles in 1 hour and 45 minutes; the Gran Fondo has quite a few more hills so I knew that my pace would be slower. Jeg and I got to the event an hour early, so that we would not be in a state of rush as well as find decent parking. We were able to find parking a block away from the start, unpack, and stretch with plenty of time to spare.
The century riders were to be led by a pack of Ferraris and Ducatis, and every wave would be sent off by Ernesto Colnago himself. All in all the start was very Italian.
After all of the century riders were set off it was time for the 45 milers to grid up and set off.
Within the first 2 miles I hit a bump and my seat flopped back, so I had to pull over and tighten it. Then I went over some train tracks a couple miles later and I had a flat tyre, and my seat went out of whack again. At this point I was the very last person in the entire field; I was so far back that I didn’t see anyone at all. While in the process of trying to catch up I got lost... twice. Once I got back on the right path I noticed that my pedals were flopping around a bit, similar to the feel of a really loose chain, I looked down while I was waiting at a light and moved the pedals to see if I could locate the problem. The Chain dint move the pedals were... bad karma. I pulled of yet again and tightened the bolts that hold my chain ring to my pedals and started off again. About the 10 mile mark I finally started to catch up with the stragglers. Surprisingly they were the couple that I was standing next to in the starting grid.
I followed them for a bit, and we passed the first aid station. A couple miles later I had another flat tyre so I pulled over and patched it up. At this point it was pretty smooth cycling, that is until I hit a rock and had yet another flat at mile 20 or so. We then passed though and made a loop around the Olympic Training Center in Otay Mesa; I stopped to get some water as well as attempt to pick up the pace. People were passing me on the downhill, as they were able to knock into the big ring and gain some speed while I just unclipped my feet and watch the pedals dance below me. It is actually quite funny, because the people that passed me on the downhill were the same people that I was passing while climbing up hills :) fixies win.
At around mile 33 they had the final aid station. I stopped to fill up on water and get some energy via bananas, oranges, and a few pretzels. Then we started making one of our last climbs and while I was trying to stand up to get some leverage my thigh started to cramp up. I sat back down and put more force into the upstroke to compensate when my calf started to do the same thing, thankfully I was able make it to the top of the hill unclip my feet and try to stretch it out and remove the cramps. And then out of no where a cyclist pulls up next to me and asks whether I unclipped because of the fixed gear or cramps. I told him cramps and he told me that he has some salt tablets, and Advil to ease the pain. I pulled over and praised him for his generosity, took the pills and gulped a hefty sum of water. Within a minute the cramps were gone and I could move again.
2 miles away form the finish line I started to make some pulls and passes on people, but this action was sapping me of the little energy I had left, and at one red light it was really apparent. I was trying to slow my pace down so that I wouldn’t have to unclip at a red light when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to hold my balance for too much longer. I tried to unclip my foot, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t fall, but I did nudge a lady and she got pissed at me.
"You should ride a track bike if you don’t know how to"
"It is not the bike, I couldn't unclip my feet"
"Still you should watch out"
"You try doing 45 miles in a fixed gear, and tell me that you aren't as tired as I am"
"Grumble, grumble, grumble"
I mean, for fucks sake... if someone accidentally fell into me I would not get mad, I would chuckle and make a comment about sticky pedals. But I would not get angry at them... I followed them to the finish line keeping my distance so that I wouldn't have to hear them.
Out of all of the participants I was the only person there with a fixed gear bike, and I finished the race in 3:24:22. I was really happy that I was able to beat my goal time. At the same time though, I knew that if I would have kept up with my fitness I would have been easily able to break the 3 hour mark; which will be the goal for my next ride/race.
During the ride I had 3 flat tyres, 2 seat malfunctions, my bottle fell out of the cage twice, got lost twice, and I had to stop and tighten all of my chain ring bolts; and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
If you have never done a race/ride of any kind you really should try it. It is a nice way to get out of yourself and focus on nothing but the sound of wind in your ears.
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