Damn Wookies
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I am out from under my race promotion rock. That's right, the 2011 Keller Rohrback Road Race at Eatonville is in the books. Our crew (the team plus PruFam, Neal, Kirsten from Recycled and the FSA Team) rocked out and ruled. You haven't lived until you've heard my Uncle Steve doing his wall-to-wall TDF-style commentary over the race radio. Seriosuly, awesome.
No words to describe the epic collapse of our Redmond Derby adventure. What's worse? That we had 7 of the 23 riders and our best result was 10th? That we had two riders in the 8 man break? That I started the damn move and proceeded to get a brain cramp and get gapped off ad dropped after my team mate came up? Kudos to Ryan & Jim for getting up there. I stiff "fail whale" to myself for not sticking in the move and being there to cover the late attacks.
Robert Trombley has confidently predicted that either FareStart or The Garage will take our Swagger tomorrow at Redmond Derby and show us a clean set of wheels. Over the top trash talk blogging aside, I would rather lose a hard, fast race than dominate a docile field. That's always a risk when a team starts rolling off wins like we have -- other teams get down. Nicos had a great Matava getting 2nd behind Jim. But sometimes a 2nd place feels like a bad result if you got beat by the same team over and over again.
Just a reminder, I am always looking for guest bloggers willing to help keep the level of humor up. Cycling's hard so we might as well be able to joke about it.
I think I saw more movies in the last 90 days than I have in the last 3 years. In case you care here's my stack ranked order of awesome and quickie reviews:
Are you beginning to feel like Samuel L. Jackson every time Keller Rohrback p/b Pain Train? Did you just have your awesome plan to jack out lead out up by attacking us from the gun jumped by our guys jumping first? And then relentlessly attacking only to start the lead-out with 5 laps to go?
Oh shit, get your wheels ready
It's about to go down
Everybody in the place hit the fucking start line
But stay on your motherfucking toes
We attacking this, let's go
I'm on a bike, I'm on a bike
Everybody look at me
'Cause I'm sprinting on a bike
I'm on a bike, I'm on a bike
Take a good hard look
At the motherfucking sprint
I'm on a bike motherfucker, take a look at me
Straight flowing on a bike on the criterium
Busting thrity five, wind whipping out my shorts
You can't stop me motherfucker, 'cause I'm on a bike
Take a picture, trick, I'm on a bike, bitch
We drinking Heed champ 'cause it's so crisp
I got my bibs on and my cleaty-kloppies
I'm flipping corners, you at the back
Straight flipping droppies
I'm riding on a bike, doing sprints and shit
This bike's flying, getting everybody all wet
But this ain't Seward, this is real as it gets
We won this crit, motherfucker, don't you ever forget
I'm on a bike and
it's going fast and
I got a green theme, including tires and
We're the kings of the crits, kinda loud like Cipo
If you're got second, then you're sure not us, oh
Get the fuck up, these crits is real
Fuck running, I'm on a bike, motherfucker
Fuck swimming, I rock crits, motherfucker
I'm on the leadout with my boys, motherfucker
This team's engines make noise, motherfucker
Hey ma, if you could see me now
Arms spread wide on the finish line
Gonna fly this bike to the moon somehow
Like Kevin Garnett, anything is possible
Yeah, never thought I'd win a crit
It's a short fast bike race
Sean Kelly, look at me, oh, all hands on deck
Never thought I'd see the day
When a leadout coming my way
Believe me when I say we owned that bike race
I'm on a bike, I'm on a bike
Everybody look at me
'Cause I'm sprinting on a bike
I'm on a bike, I'm on a bike
Take a good hard look
At my rear wheel