Isn't it supposed to rain at manatoc?

Ok, like the day ends in Y, beer is always delicious and every meal gets dessert today was supposed to be rainy. For the three readers we have, it wasn't. It was fucking miserably hot, by all accounts the mid 90s at race time. I lined up to start and from the jump a few things were evident.

1. I'm slow

2. I was dehydrated when I started

3. I was not having fun.

I took off, got dropped by the pack and lapsed into my old routine of racing alone. Until about halfway down the course and I veered into a totally unseen section. Apparently I had mis-rode the warm up lap and did a bunch of the mountain bike course. First Lap was horrible, figuring out unknown paths at whatever speed I could muster up without losing it.

Second lap felt OK, not great. I was clearly hurting and not doing well but that's not news to me. I finish up and start on my third. I ate it hard coming up a small steep hill and bounced my head off the ground. At this point I was lapped by the geared riders, which wasn't at all fun for me to see.

I came around to the finish and it all went sideways. I had trouble seeing and was having some problems due to the crash. I called it and walked off, completely defeated. And feeling like a piece of shit.

On positive notes, Alex did really well, as did Will, and I'm really proud of both of them. I'm hoping cooler climates will help me. Although it's apparent I need a racing helmet. My bern was baking my brain the whole time.

Oh well, I got kitties to hang with and shit to do. See you guys back out there on the course next week, where I'll no doubt fail again.

Mahalo

Dave.

Nerves of noodles

Well, its race day here for our ten maybe six readers. I know for a fact the guys are prepped, ready and happy. I on the other hand am terrified, worried, and shaking. Hoping this single speed experiment of mine works out ish, esque, like. I hope to see a few of you out today to hang out. I'll be the one craving beer by lap number two for those of you playing along at home.

Btw, fuck you wheaties, this is the breakfast of champions. Brown rice, little soy, little tamarind, little bit of sriracha. That's fuel for a whole day son!

So....

...haven't had the jerseys for long now but apparently they're good luck, in an evil kind of way. Sunday was a pretty brutal cross ride lead by Greg from Spin Bike Shop. That dude is not the least bit forgiving. We did about 50-60 miles, and probably around 30 or so were off road on some maybe not so legal trails. For it being a first cross ride ever for a few of us (with the exception of the 1 race i did last year on a low end tiny Trek mountain bike) i'd say we did pretty well.

In other news...

A few of the guys have been doing the Westlake practice crit series and trying to get George a win. Well, it finally happened. I did not witness the race, but as usual he was lead by a train of the rest of Scum City for the final sprint. To say the very least, George is a fucking monster. Even after crashing on the first or second lap, he managed to catch back up to the peloton from having such a massive lead to begin with. Congrats George!

also a few pictures from the crit and rides...

...Bottoms up or the rest in yer hair...

I been had alleycats...

Ok, so we here in the land of cleves had an alleycat. Poorly attended, but that's hardly the point. It was named in honor of one of the greatest tech screwups of all time. The Sexual Sounds on Carnegie Race.

Results, as if anyone didn't see this coming.

1.Jay Karp

2. Guy Singer

3. Jon Zagorski

Ladies, since we only had two, I'd love to thank Brynn and Suzie for coming out and kicking ass. Lots of ass.

We here at scum city are in the works on another one. Hoping maybe to dust off the wheels myself this year.

Remember when track bikes were cool?

Just finished up a week from hell. Probably the hottest I can remember for a while. I was up early today feeling like 14.65 so I thought to myself, "should I go out and improve my fitness as the season approaches?"

Nope. I went to brunch.

Now, I know that doesn't seem to make sense, but it will in a bit. I met my dad for some food and got to catch up a bit. On the way out of brunch I bumped into Captain Whore-Hay and Guy and the human rocket on a ride. See, I patronize the sponsor bar for brunch while the guys get out and train. Good for the team, good for our sponsors. I for one can't wait to get out and race a bit not that I'm gonna do well, but I have a good time.
Our jerseys are due in soon, which is pretty awesome, outside of that not much new in Scum City land. More announcements soon. and hopefully a team photo soon.

Mahallo
chops

FUCKIN GO THOR

Great fucking job Cervelo Garmin Waffle House Lowes Happy Bear.

mahallo

Lazy Cakes, and a side of goofballs.

Well, another early saturday, another side of corned beef hash. Got lots of bike work to do today, which is gonna be fun, I hope. crank change and the ensuing chain shortening the usual stuff. Locking down a fundraiser date next week so we can take some of your hard earned dough and line our empty wallets for a spell. I'll have more tomorrow I think enjoy the wonderful day and if you don't check back, which means you hate us. Have a great holiday.