hit you like a karate chop to your face

Friday, November 02, 2007

Lunch meat and my left hip


Night ride at SIUE last night. I kept expecting Dawson or Dust to jump out of the woods and break my spokes with sticks, as promised if I ever tried to ride in IL, and it through me off my game. MJ and I were talking about CX license categories and going to Asheville next week, just cruising along, when in an instant I found myself flying through the air over my bars. I haven't had a crash like this all season; one where you don't see it coming. I hit left hip first and then on my head. It's always my left hip. My left hip is pink and scarred and my right hip is white and smooth. On the same note, another cool thing about using two Light and Motion ARC HID lights is you can watch your bike fly through the air in slow motion at you from the ground. Something hit me right behind the ear and opened up a nice little gash. Oh well. For some reason I had put some air in my shocks and rear tire but not the front. I hadn't ridden the bike since the race in TN a couple weeks ago and had about 10 psi in the front. The tired burped going around a turn and it was lights out for my left hip.

Here's my buddy Zach with a big deer he choked to death while camping last week. Zach is slowly learning that once you start racing bikes you start to suck at everything else you were once good at. Zach had spent the day chasing Bambi around in the woods but was still not recovered from the 7 laps he did at the Burnin 12 hour. Out of Delta Bravos secret endurance mix he was feeling real tired and drank some beers. true to form, Zach passed out on the ground next to his campfire and woke up with this deer licking his face. Zach grabbed it by the horns and choked it to death knowing that an all cereal diet was already tested and would never work. I think I count 10 pts?? Remember the top-secret mix Zach? Fill my freezer Holmes!

I am afraid that MJ will never read my blog again after this post.

1 comment:

Brian said...

Dawson and Dust are a really scary pair of twenty-somethings. Sometimes, I wake up in a cold sweat after dreaming about these dual boogeymen. Their hairy sideburns make me want to weep like a newborn baby for the safety of his umbilical cord.

Them and Matt James.

I pray to God MJ doesn't ever stop reading my blog. I need his astute eye to keep my bloated and meandering writing in check...as do you.

As do you.