Sunday's Garret Lemire Memorial Criterium was HOT! And not a fun, exciting, (miniskirt) hot, but as our favorite Uncle Fred would say, "Africa hot". When we rolled up to the line for our 2 p.m. start the mercury sat at 96 degrees (just two away from Ryan White's favorite boy band).
Needless to say, two boys from the frozen tundra and my embarrassingly-low weekly training volume were not very effective against squads from HealthNet, Toyota-United, Successful Living, Colavita, Jelly Belly and others. But the team that proved our undoing were some riders from Kahala-LaGrange, who would drift to the back only to let massive gaps open up-- not even allowing us to tailgun in peace, licking our wounds to the finish line. Nope, chalk up three fat D-N-F's.
At least we're all re-motivated to get back to the drawing board for our races that matter in May, June, July and August.
2 comments:
Ebert...Just found your blog. Good thing. Enjoyed the Brew House and the conversation while moto pacing at Island View. White bros. inc. will be tough to cover this year.
Druber
Thanks, Mark. It was great having you out in this neck of the world and having a Midwesterner represent, even if it was the "old guy's race"! (haha) Anyone that has to make Thurlow work for the win gets props from me.
And I apologize if I've ever referred to your column as a blog. It's downright Pulitzer-worthy compared to most of our drivel.
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