The 101 is upon us. Yesterday I went out for what was meant to be a short spin just to keep things loose ahead of Saturday. I headed out to the Tuesday night race course and put in two laps at (almost) race pace to get 30 minutes of effort and then headed off to spin it down. I swung by the shop for a few adjustments, which turned into half an hour of chatting with the boys as they shut down. There is still lots of speculation as to who will put in the big show tomorrow.
Mumbles showed up to lead a volunteers meeting (though perhaps Cathy was actually the leader) and we caught up quickly for the first time since the cross season. Billy and Fred were out mowing Thickhead, Joe was running supplies out to Coburn in the truck, Richie is driving down and should be in town tonight. All in all, it looks to be good show.
Frank was leaving the shop at the same time as me and I followed him into Scotia on his way home. He wasn’t kidding when he said the “long way home”. Though it wasn’t much, I had to turn off early and head home as the hour approached 8 and I started feeling my blood sugar drop through my calves, then ankles, then toes. Including the time at the shop, I ended up at home 3 hours after I had left. So much for a quick hour, but I felt good for the first time in a while. Maybe I’m finally getting used to the heat.
The real test will be tomorrow.
