My alarm went off at yesterday morning. I got up to use the bathroom and thought about that long drive up to Woolwine, VA to race.
“Nope”, I said to myself. Then I crawled my tired ass back into bed.
About forty five minutes later, the little lady woke me up and said, “You better go race.”
“Nope” I said once again.
I slept in until almost 10 a.m. I was really worn out from the day before, and driving two and a half hours to race didn’t sound very appealing. Looking back, I probably had a good shot of winning that one, but who gives a shit. I can drop a couple of races in the series, and this would be one of them.
So, Saturday was a long, long day. I was out late watching tribute bands here at a local music venue.
Lunchbox, TomTom, and Eastwood were there too and we had a good time. The Alice in Chains tribute was pretty good, and the Pearl Jam one was freaking awesome. It was definitely worth the few bucks I paid to get in, if only for the drunk people in attendance.
Just before that, I headed up to one of our local trails (
to attend the grand opening of the new an improved pump track that our club has been working on. North
I didn’t stay for the whole event, but I did get to see lots of kids big and small enjoy the crap outta that thing. That made my day.
Did I actually ride a bike over the weekend? Yes. Other than the pump track, I had some trail time with some ladies from the Dirt Divas.
I’ll get into that tomorrow.