My original plans, hatched back at the end of 2011, called for my deployment this weekend to the Ozark trail system and the third annual battle at Middle Fork where maximum wrist snapping was to occur. Well the regulations out of Washington finally caught up to me and I found myself getting ready to queue up at the unemployment line with pink slip in hand. Then, as luck and good karma would have it I landed a new job but too close to the Battle at Middlefork to take the extra day. It was fate that Singlespeed-a-Palooza (aka Mudfest-a-Palooza) was on the same weekend so I was spared the burden of never ending honey do's and instead would be able to do manly things like piss in the woods, drink Del Maguay at 9:00 in the morning and have left over egg rolls and pot stickers for breakfast - it was truly going to be a MAN weekend.
With the Mrs soaking up the sun in the Bahamas, I was upstate with a bottomless supply of wine and untranslated scriptures to read. And my good friends I can tell you it didn't take long for the fun and games to begin after rolling in from a nice 50 mile road ride. Settling into my Archie Bunker chair, gently caressing my second bottle of wine, I did a sobriety check as a ground hog came a wandering down my deck. Well I can confirm I was definitely not sober (after all I prefer to drink in the afternoon and it was after 6pm) but I did have all my wits about me and immediately rushed to the basement for the compound bow and a bit of Ted Nugent type activities . Hell who lets a bit of alcohol get in the way of some varmint hunting - not me I was thinking as I stumbled out the front door with arrow ready to rip. That 80lb draw on the bow proved to be quite a handful but with bow fully cocked I stood waiting for that sucker to appear around the side of the house and when he did I closed one eye (to stop the double vision), lined him up in the sights and let it rip - ah shit I missed (what a surprise). Picking up the quiver I went around the side and found him curled up under the deck and easy pickin's. Firing away with the vengeance of Rambo in Vietnam
At this time we (NECS/MRC) can reveal that design delays of the new MRC kit meant we were unable to showcase these fantastic duds for the hundreds of rabid fans at the race. Instead I opted to race in the MRC version of a post race "sweatsuit" - Brioni worsted wool suit with pinpoint white cotton button down and accented with an Hermes tie (the Ralph Lauren crocodile loafers didn't make the race since there were no flat pedals in the bin of spare parts) and in honor of my brothers involved at the battle of Middlefork Team Seagal kit underneath.
Knowing he is the consummate nature boy I made it a point to walk Mike up the first pitch of Wishing Well trail and point out the rare Blueberry Kush plant that was in our midst. The hefty amounts of pollen being produced by this rare horticultural gem left Mike in a coughing fit and no longer of sound mind, but he was smiling that the breed was making a come back in Stewart. And has become a usual at SSAP the flask of Del Maguay was on the bike and Sal Muttonchops, straight in from another Jamis sponsored trip to the Orient, was packing his own flask of the DM - a true convert and strong candidate for the new attitude bracelet because that is the kind of attitude the NECS/MRC idolize!
Oh yeah in all of this excitement I almost forgot there was a race going on. As the Mayor went through the prerace blah, blah, blah (that none of us ever listen to) the entire field suddenly had a kumbaya moment, joined hands while Justin Bieber and Usher hopped out of the Port-o-John and sang this Happy Birthday diddy to the Mayor (who turned a whipper snapping 59!).
Truly the Road Warrior
Three Beer Rossi hitting his limit
As for this blog post title, well I am pretty well healed from the hip surgery but I no longer can push it to the degree I used to. Nor do I want to make the effort just to finish in 10th, 12th maybe even 15th in age group so it is time to politely bow out of the racing scene (i.e. I have officially retired from competitive racing). Now it is on to more MRC non races and coming up is the NECS Grand Fondo on 7/7 (100mi) followed the next weekend by one of the two Obamador sponsored MRC rides The Big Indian Scalping on 7/14 (135mi). Party on, it's been fun and I have no regrets!