Gloucester - a place where I pretended to race a bike
Two days of bad racing up at Cape Ann this weekend for me. I won’t come up with a ton of excuses, It was a “Perfect Storm” of fuck ups, if you will. Getting the wrong number and starting dead last on Saturday did not help things, and it pretty much went downhill from there. I spent a good part of each race in the land of beer guts, and helmet mirrors. Arrgh.
One more weekend of racing like that, and I’m done. Seriously…
Anyway, here’s some pics from the weekend:
Bike rack of the national champ…the colored SRAM hoods are pretty damn sexy:
The joint I stayed:
Tea time for Trebon?
One reason I did so shitty is a general lack of sleep. A consolation of that is that I got to see this every morning:
This thing would turn out to be everyone’s enemy if you were lucky enough to race after it got used:
And now for some random videos from the weekend:
