Now that I’m finished editing video from last weeks Minuteman Road Club race, and have an hour to kill while it uploads to Vimeo — because I feel the need to record and save it at the highest resolution I can in order to give you stunning hi-def images of me flailing around at the tail end of the masters field — I figured now is a good time to finally write a report on a race that happened three weeks ago.
Because I’m all about being timely.
What can I say about Gloucester? It’s an awesome race at a beautiful venue and I rode just as I expected to. (Hint: I expected to ride terribly)
I only did Day 1 this year. Lots of rain leading up to the weekend and rain as I drove to Gloucester had me pretty giddy. I like muddy races. Mind you, I’m not particularly good at riding in mud, but oh how I do enjoy riding in mud.
I was lined up in the tenth row or so. Not quite last row, but close enough. Instead of the usual practice of just calling up the first couple of rows — aka: The Fast Guys — they called each and every rider up to staging by name. So I sat there chuckling as I realized that I had just gotten a (almost) last row call up.
Get it? The name of this dumb blog? Because no one ever gets a last row call up? Never mind.
Roll ‘em!
The call up was pretty much the highlight of the race for me. I rode fairly well, all things considered. Spent most of the race alone in my usual little no-man’s land. Didn’t finish last. Only crashed once.
At this point, my only goal is to be able to stay with other riders so that I will be able to have something to write other than, “I rode around by myself and tried not to suck too loudly.”
I’ll work on that.
That was alot of fun. Thank you for another ride on your handlebars. I wish I had video of all of the rides I gave you on my bike’s handlebars back in ‘the day’. Not that you OWE me or anything…just saying. My favorite part of this race was when we actually passed another guy!! Woohoo!!