When I rolled the Poo Poo Thunder II inside last night and flipped on the light, I witnessed the most dastardly scene. The Notorious Z.I.P. had slain the Super V:
Trying to look cute and innocent. Furry devil. (and if anybody says anything about my awesome carpet I'll pop em right in the face.)
Sunday begins the long awaited West By God season with the Big Bear Classic. In true WV form, there's cold rain on the forecast. I'm stoked.
Big Bear was my first decent race (4th SS) last year. At the time when everybody bitched about how short the course was, I couldn't understand. I though 16 miles was more than enough. But times have changed. Now I can ride my bike for at least a full 2.5 hours before cracking and wanting to take a nap. So I was delighted when I saw that the course has been extended to 22 miles (I hope.)
In 2009, I also coerced my friend Bowl to do the race with me. He entered Sport, ended up trying to do the Beginner loop, "took a wrong turn," found two water bottles (one from Wamesly Cycles, which I still cherish because the name Wamesly is so soothing to the ears), and took 3 hours in the cold rain to complete one 8 mile lap.
Bowl ran far away and has not come mountain cycling since. But I thought it was a fun race. After all, I did win a big mug:
In other news, The Conglomerate was plugged on the Pgh Racing website. Not only was my 5th place in the Mash included, but my fictitious victory in the SS category was also listed. That means somebody is wasting precious minutes of their life reading my word slobber. Interestingly, Don Powers was only listed as "2nd non-existent SS category," which proves that my imaginary categories are actually more important than the "real" masters (sandbagger) in which he was 5th.
Looks like I've hit the big time.