!!!!!!! Mr. MISANTHROPIC !!!!!

I think this must have been Canton, judging by the conditions, and the state of minor intensity on my face. Note the manual wind father-in law’s watch, puckering on skinsuit, and drool forming on lip.

This is a pic of me finishing my first cross race, at the Canton Cup, 5 years ago. Check out the bad hat/helmet and the lace up shoes. Also the horrible yellow tubular Tufo tires. What did I know?

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:

This weekend is the big dance, up in Gloucester, MA. Should turn out to be a soup-to-nuts ass kicking. Good luck to all the homies racing up there. Now, just stay the hell outta my way or I’ll run your asses into the tape.

But I think you can see my junk?

Crappy cell phone footage of Chuck at Bedford:

Race report from first cross race of the season.

I don’t usually like to.

Sometimes it is fun though.

I still can’t believe that nobody purchased any of these hot cyclo-cross spectator items.

Toot toot.

One more thing, they are here.

Yesterday I had a great time getting killed out at the horrendously difficult mountain bike race in CT. It was one of those “What the hell am I doing” moments somewhere on lap 3 of 4. Getting caught and passed by the leaders from the pro womens race made me feel pretty awful about recently upgrading to expert. I suppose it is time for my just desserts (which I did have, later, BTW).

Here’s some pics from yesterday:

Let me tell ya something - if you ever play paintball, don’t be an idiot and wear shorts. Those things will go right through skin.

In other news, I will race my bike this weekend. Sunday is Mothers day. Don’t forget to buy your Mom some breakfast, except in my case it’ll be dinner as I will be suffering on my mountain bike.

Next week the El GoGo TT bike comes out of hibernation.