I'll admit it. I actually like racing my bike. Not because I'm some competitive douchebag or anything like that. I enjoy pushing myself to the limit, whether or not I've actually “trained.” With a two month “offseason” every year, I'm usually fatter and out of shapier than I should be, and I always dread that first race of the season. For the past five years that first race has been the Winter Short Track Series. This year, thanks to Death Virus 2013, I lost all my “offseason” flab. I've been riding enough too which means I should be more than ready to race in fast circles with a bunch of dirt roadies.
For some reason, I just didn't feel like it. I had other things to do.
Photo cred: Noelle F.
You know me. I'm a DrunkCyclist. I love beer, a good party, and riding all kinds of bikes. Sometimes I'm an asshole, and sometimes I can be the nicest guy you've ever met. Partying in the woods a couple of days ago seemed like a better way to spend my time than actually racing, and looking back I don't really regret it. Aside from heckling, drinking beer, and watching people pee in the woods, we also helped the kids have a fun race.
That made my decision the right one. That and all the positive feedback I got from the racers that we heckled. We provided a public service out there, so to speak. Fun was had, beers were consumed, kids were helped, and dirt roadies were heckled.
Will I suit up and race the next one?
Not sure. The people in the woods might need our ”services.”