All predictions I made yesterday rang true.
If riding bikes is like sex, then crit racing for me is like sex in the missionary position where you don't get off. OK, I guess that's a little harsh (and crude) but let's just say that I didn't get where the joy in it is. Maybe it's because I was off the back and out of contention. Maybe it's because the most interesting course feature was my husband shouting at me. I think it needed more robot cake handups. (I understand that several thousand people do enjoy crits, and that's cool. You're probably better at it than me, too.)
My race report is here.
I had a mini-clif bar (thanks Amy!) at 9pm and a beer in bed at 10pm for dinner last night, so today's run was not so great. Tonight we roll to Jersey, driving through the night. Tomorrow, the race with the junk car run-up.
Ridden and Reviewed Kona Libre CR
8 months ago
3 replies:
The problem with predictions is that you look for evidence to back up those assumptions.
Crit racing is definitely more exciting than many other disciplines of cycling. I can think of lots of examples.
Sorry, Zach. It just ain't my thing, or at least it isn't right now. And I know myself- that cycle of first-try-DFL is something I just do, no thinking about it necessary.
I hope this all doesn't read as down on either the promoter/his race/or people who like crits. Cuz it's not you, it's me.
What are you saying about our sex life? You told me I was a superstar...
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