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Originally uploaded by furryblackcat.

So after the race today I was forced to ask myself
"Self, do you race bikes to place the best you can or to demonstrate how much you can verbally assault your competitors because things aren't going your way?"

Picture this, it's a nice sunny Sunday morning, you take the kiddies to church, have a couple dougnuts afterwards and head over to the park to watch a nice bike race. It's a sunny day, it's pretty outside and you've got your kids along because you thought it would be fun. What you get is so big jerk dressed in blue yelling at another rider at the top of his lungs to "fucking pull Mesa, nice fucking purse you fucking pussy." Classy. That's what I call GOOD SPORTMANSHIP!! Keep yelling while I wax your ass.

Let me clear things up. Mesa had a plan for the Tilles Park Crit. When I created a nice little breakaway of 8 after winning a prime and I noticed that the numbers weren't so good also knowing that I am a decent pack finisher I opted to pull through occasionally and let the real tough guys waste their legs and breath yelling at me. Ironically another guy, Rusty P had the same idea as me.

So the gap is dwindling and some lifer cat 3's are seeing their chances at a big win go down the tubes and it's too much for them to handle. You want to know what the kicker is? You know who was chasing the break down? Big Mouth McGees teamates!! Fucking jerk stores.

So it comes down to the kick with one Dogfisher 20 meters ahead and I lead it out. My boy Rusty blows my doors off and the leaders- the leader holds and I get 3rd. Mesa also got 1/2 in the field sprint.

Okey dokey grasshoppers, other than me not having such good legs the last couple days and Rusty blowing my doors off which is the better scenario? Embarrass yourself in public, sport some quality potty mouth in front of the kiddies who just thumped the bible with mom and pop for a couple hrs and have a quality sugar buzz working from the doughnuts, attack the break to be reeled back in in 20 seconds, and subsequently ruin your shot at the podium? Or number 2- Have your team on the front setting the pace and controlling the race, win a prime, setup a break, play it smart in the break, keep your mouth shut and ride your bike, get 3rd in the kick and have your teammates do well in the field? Hmmm, I don't know?? This bike racing thing is still a mystery to me. Do well or see how tough I am??? Tricky questions.

Rusty is free to start the trash talking , NOW!

I'd talk more about Hillsboro but I don't have too much to say other than it sucks to look over your shoulder to see how many guys are behind you and not to see anyone. The worst part was riding back alone it that cold north wind. The legs were just not there. Once again Mike Flanigan proved himself to be one tough mother f'er. Too bad he wanted to ride across the locals lawns instead of the cobbles!