Do You Feel Lucky?

Well, do ya, Eastwood?


Tomorrow is the big race, the Brunswick Brawl in case you haven't been paying attention. And because I'll win our bet, I'll be swimming in beer.

I'm ready, and I have an unfair advantage.

No, not my 17 tooth cog from Endless Bike Co. Well, I guess it's an advantage, because I'm fully capable of pushing such a hard gear for six hours. My advantage is experience, since I've done this a time or two. If you've been around here long enough though, you know I'm bound to make many mistakes, some of which could cost me any precious time I might gain while I'm “racing.” I'll more than likely do some dumb shit out there tomorrow, which means that my competition will benefit from it.


It keeps things interesting for sure.


Truth be told, I'm probably not ready to “race” for six hours. The season is pretty much over, which means I'm all about having fun now. Plus, there's this shoulder thingy I might have mentioned.


I'll be just fine. Just putting the finishing touches on everything.

Yep, a dab of ProLink will do nicely.

Tune in Monday for the aftermath. You know, tales from a giant shit storm.