Happy (belated) Birthday to you.
Happy (belated) Birthday to you.
Happy (belated) Birthday, Dear John.
Happy (belated) Birthday to you.
Here are some regular spectators on the course. "I gotta have more cowbell. I have a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell."
Friday's wet conditions & the 30-80% chance of rain Friday night made many question how pleasurable the race would be on Saturday. Thankfully no rain fell and the course improved as hundreds of tires and sunshine helped to dry it out as the day went on. I commented that the margin of victory or defeat is only seconds on a course like this. Each muddy, rooty corner or bog can cost a few seconds. Multiply that by the 2,000,000 corners and one can stand to gain or lose a lot of time. This course has certainly made me want to practice skills, specifically cornering, more often.
On the way home, we were trying to decide how many people have made beating Denny a season goal. It must be in the hundreds. Great job, Denny! Keep up the good work. And don't you even think about hanging up the bicycle at the end of the year.
And that determination is why Denny is feared.
Feske passed me in the woods and didn't seem to be breathing hard at all. "Hey, Ange. Thanks [for letting him by]. Keep rolling." And I must point out that Lindsey's peanut butter, graham cracker, chocolate bars were AWESOME after the race.
So, after Jean-Luc and Matt crossed the finished line, the race organizer asked to interview them. I doubt this was their first. While sitting on their bikes, Brian started asking questions about when they started racing how the day's events unfolded.
I didn't catch all of the interview as I was talking to a fellow rider. She looks at the two boys holding the mic and says, "They are unbelievable." I agreed. It's a treat to get to ride with them any time. She added, "And they're no spring chickens are they?" My reply, "They've been doing this a while."
Master and Commander: