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Its a 'cross weekend wrap up.

To start it off, I'm feeling a lot like Wells.

No, not a CX national champ, but a crash champ. If rib injuries were scabs, you'd catch my drift. That guy was never without a least one side of body covered in nature's corn flakes in 2006...and damn it if I can't stop falling on ribs (left side only, please).

Last Thursday I stacked it on them. Then, just after I let Thomas Spannring know not to ride in front of me because we stack it up into human jinga every week, I managed to ball it up in turn three of the Nightime Rodeo Round up CX race on Sunday night, in front of him of course.

I was fortunate to fall on the only grassy section of the course, which I am certain wasn't fertilized by the other sections of the course...

Two things I don't like...traffic, and manure.

What's worse...is check the foot prints in that "mud"... and they wonder why I rode/jumped the run up?? Luckily I won all of Ali's money Sunday night b/c I'm going to have to boil all of my racing gear in bleach now.

Holmes...are you smelling better yet?

On Saturday, as a warm up, we all raced the off camber section of death CX race at the drag strip.

I must have been dropped, um, eh, how many laps did we do? Yeah, every lap b/c I couldn't run the stairs very well, or jump on my bike without massive pain. Oh, and because Spannring and I pretzeled again. A-train and Spannring were nice enough to wait up for me each lap and then drop me again on the stairs...that was a really pleasant pattern. Yardman stomped us as I raced for 2nd, but we had a fun little bike game anyway.

Here's a great visual I hope to convey: Tonight (monday) I started a ten session Rolfing session. No biggie.

I informed the gal about my Wells Rib, and she says, "cool". The second very gentle stroke she takes on my rib cage emanates the loudest snap/crackle/pop I've ever heard..be it a chiro adjustment, a neck snap off the snow while boarding, a knee crack in the middle of the night, you name it. NOTHING has ever been that loud or resonated so deeply.

Both the therapist and I uttered a couple of four letter words while staring bug eyed at each other. "Holyshitwhatwasthat?" pretty much summed it up. I still don't know, but I'm getting an xray on Tuesday just to make sure. Ribs are continuous pieces of material..no joints or hinges. How can they make noise?

I wonder what Dave heard when he hit the ground? Heal up Dave...this will help unless going into total vapor lock from laughing so hard hurts your ribs.