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Who better to mentor than I? Essentially it’s a ‘do as I didn’t’ kind of mentorship.
It was kind of a rag-tag little group at the start, which usually means the break will go early and stick. And it did. They made up the first 4 riders on the results page. With the kilometers waining and few cards to play (we were getting lapped) Grant and I finally freed ourselves of the group, save one, and made the kind of deal that bike racers make You will will not sprint. You will pull through when you can, but you will not sprint.

Grant got the call up for the National team, then won the Orosi RR, over Mr. Christine Thorburn, a.k.a. Ted H(w)ang. Ted, friend of mine, tells Grand, before anything else: You know Nat Faulkner, he’s not really a role model.

Not that I’m disagreeing.

Last weekend was Hanford Criterium. The Summers, another of my adopted families, made it out to watch for the second weekend in a row. On top of that there was money 20 deep, and I had the great chance to race with Grant, and Sammy Ames, for Action Sports. The other two got into the top ten, and you know, racing with friends, having family watching, it just makes for a great day. I of course bridged 15 of the 20 seconds to the winning break. Flopped around there like pescado sin agua
I need a Holiday. I’ll be there in June.
Don’t buy upgrades; ride up grades. - Eddy Merckx

I have bought my dream bike (official making me an old, hack, fat bike racer). Tho I can’t afford it, but how can one put a price on my happiness. Hint it’s featuring Squoval and Zero Gravity.

Right now I am back down in Laguna Beach, for the Archbiker’s birthday. He’s officially old now, and because I dropped him on the ride, I guess slow. But what more could you ask for on a birthday. I Show up an 4h late (missing dinner). Subie’s muffler blew out on the way, again, so I need earplugs for driving. The next morning I wake up, and somehow while on the toilet (I’ll spare you the details) manage to have the hair dryer, and straightener fall off the cabinet onto my head/ floor. Once that’s untangled, I promptly have the coffee maker exploding all over the stove. Just a day in the drifting life.
where the people are simply prettier. It’s kind of like the hollywood movies where everyone is tanned (no black people) tweaked - yes I know I do this rant everytime I am on the Shi-shi coast. Essentially I’m a little transplanted tree in a field of beautiful astroturf. Everything looks good, seems great, but there isn’t a place for my little roots. That I have found here yet anyhow.

I did get out for a decent bike ride, and a couple of Yoga Classes. yes. Yoga is probably good cross training - imbalance correcting for cycling, but. Oh my. A class full of beautiful (and rich) women who won’t even say hello to a faux-hawked flailing fellow. yes I love it.

And I will be back. Like a fly on that sweet-sticky-yellow-paper.

Ride lots. -Eddy Merckx

And when you can’t ride, to run your butt up and down the Stairs of 1000 steps (there are actually only 250 going at a 45 degree incline, but if you run them 5 times = ‘urting.