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I need to take this site, or at least its current format, out back, shoot it, dig a hole, and push the lifeless carcass into it.

In the meantime...

Finally this week, to my demise, I was able to ride quite a bit. At Edge we were entertaining folks all week, and what do folks visiting Edge want to do?

Ride bikes.

Procycling is doing a piece on us, and now I know why everyone looks like a posing dork in the photos - try riding up a hill such that your left pedal is at exactly 10 o'clock, without going too fast, while crossing a very specific point in the road. It'll take you 20 tries, and the photographer another 20 tries to get it right....it proved to be good brake track testing for the wheels at least.

Each day we'd do some sort of road ride that would then morph into a mtb ride. Being a hack former-ish pro now, I'd hike up my big girl undies and do the whole bit by bike, not car. This meant a few mtb rides in road shoes, a mean sunburn, and double my usual weekly riding hours....not that I'm complaining, except that Thursday's ride was so long, and capped off with the Thursday World's crit championships, that Friday I could barely get out of bed. Not leg fatigue, but body fatigue.

Those sorts of weeks and miles used to be common place. I remember that pain and fatigue, and riding through it without too much trouble, but now...being older and marginally wiser, it was enough to really make me wonder why.

The airlines lost our luggage heading back East which meant 100mph to zero, metaphorically speaking, and not riding for two days heading into a local MN race. Sea level was great, my choice to big ring the entire race, less of a great choice, as Monday brought another round of why.

Actually, the why isn't that questionable, but the change in roll is what you end up pondering on.

I guess it is all about deep dark woods. Because, that's what always feels the best.

The more time I'm out there, the less time I'm inside, and winter returns more and more quickly each year it seems.

We're going to Wisconsin this upcoming weekend, then Downieville, then Nats, then, then, then, then, then....

I now race on mtb tubulars more often than not. Hell, we train on them sometimes.

we don't know who she is

CPR is best performed @

CPR is best performed @ 100bpm. The same beat as Stayin' Alive and Another one Bites the Dust.

Spanglish at its best

Business isn't that great, evidently.

DIA

So I'm sitting around the Birmingham airport and thought we'd have a send off with a nice bowl of grits...with salt and pepper of course, but not cheese grits. Those gross me out and the one time I tried them the cheese stuck to my teeth, which was weird.

The team did fairly fab-o this weekend, Seamus hit the box and Rotem attacked the front of the race several times and wound up 9th, his first top 10. Even the old guy here moved from his back row start to getting beat up on by the Kenda duo of Schultz/Cares. I'd surely have slayed them on the last lap were it not for one evil rock going into the last lap.

Not having been in the NORBA circus in awhile, this trip was nice...and we are like Carnies..you see the same folks when going out to eat, before the race, after the race, on the way to the airport, waiting for TSA, on the plane...and even when lounging.