Today was a tough race. Come to think of it, every race is tough. I should stop bitching, but I probably won't. The course was really rough, and took its toll on me early. I felt like I could barely hang on to the bike in the last few laps. The tires worked well on the grass sections- lots of traction- but not so well on the pavement. I guess they are technically mud tires after all. I could have run a little less pressure too- maybe my arms wouldn't be so sore right now. A few people showed up in costume to do the race. One guy(or was it a girl) was in a bear costume in the "c" race, but I think they only made it a lap before they had to take it off. I don't know how they even did a lap in that thing. Dru did both the "c" and "b" races, but when the start whistle blew for the "b" race, I didn't see him at the line. A few seconds later, I noticed him standing at the side of the course, just past the start line. I yelled at him to "get the hell out here" and he jumped in as soon as everyone had passed. I guess he didn't care too much about results at that point, because he never passed me, and after the race I learned that he was taking beer handups from some guys on the hill. On every lap. I was sort of pissed, because the only thing they offered me was a $1 bill hanging out of some dudes' fly. No way was I taking that.
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