Dream Big

"These riders, once not even considered worthy of a training ride, are about to steal the day." --Phil Liggett

Sunday, January 1, 2012

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Sue, Frankie, Kelly Cline, Naomi, Joe, me, M, Steve, Zack. Erik behind the camera, and Consorto a late arrival.
Day one, 2012:

White Clay.
14+ miles.
18 donuts.
11 riders.

364 days and many more great rides to go!  Here's hoping everyone has a happy, healthy 2012.  I have a feeling it's going to be a great year.


Thanks for the video re-cap, Zack.

Love.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Dirty Girl at the Dump

Every time I conjure images from last week's Bilenky race, I giggle.  This event should carry me through until the Spring Classic.

Last year, I injured myself by relentlessly falling off my bike.  Once I got stuck in a ditch.  This year, I backed into this burning bit of hell and got a 2nd degree burn on my leg:
Erik Silverson found the money spectating venue and captured the action in this video:

Junkyard Cross Race from Erik Silverson on Vimeo.
Vanden Combsie made the trek from the great white north to frolic in Fairmount Park at Bike Therapy's follies and join the hilarity of the Junkyard Cross.  I fretted that the Junkyard CX may have jumped the shark (chronic malcontent that I am) with its organized heats and A list racers descending en masse.

Fortunately, I was proved wrong.  My fears were assuaged when emcee Simon's microphone cord tangled with a racer at the start of the B men's final.  Priceless.

Here are my lame photos:

Race face at the start--I try harder at this race than any MAC race

Damien closing the gap on the red shirt guy. Doesn't he watch Star Trek? 

VdK and me, plotting domination at 12 Hours of Granogue
Here's hoping everyone has a joyous new year.  I'm one Lars Von Trier film away from a total meltdown so I'll be playing Erik's video repeatedly to get me through until the Classic.

Peace.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Great season, Mom

Yes, Jimmy Rock, it was a great season.


"Jimmy, what's up?  A mechanical?"
"No, I'm waiting for you."
"It's a race, son.  Wait for no one!"
"We're going to hold hands and cross the finish line together."

I cried again just typing that exchange.

I used to wish I was anyone but me.  Now, I wouldn't trade places with anyone.

Merry Christmas and a most excellent 2012 to everyone.