Prevent this tragedy in your family...

I am runnin like Han Solo (aka a fat man) to avoid the first corner pile- ups - guess I need to run faster and not start on the Missouri Compromise (read: cobbled together single speed frankenbike).



The day was progressing nicely with laps ticking by, laughs and smiles for most but not this crew. I was excited about headin out for the second lap feeling fresh and ready to avoid the traffic of the start. Rolling along, then a flat without casing anything. WTF? Check the tube. yep pinch. Put in the spare tube and go to inflate with CO2 then almost lose my head as the pump explodes and shoots a missile 6 inches from my melon. It was one of those moments where you think "I could of just died." Later I find out the pump had been recalled. No problem. Use the hand pump. Rollin again, then another flat. Fix it with some patches and keep rollin. Finally get to the midway point and bum a floor pump and inflate both tire to 45psi. Great idea until it blows off my patches 2 miles later. Figuring I should just rebuild the wheel at this point notice that the rim tape is off to the side causing all the flats. I punched myself a few times for being such a dumbass and move the tape. Bum a tube and start to inflate with the hand pump which can only muster 17psi. Take the hand pump apart and discover that overuse has caused a blown seal...bummin, I start walking the remaining 5 miles. Finally bum a pump inflate and roll back. I was very frustrated and not having any fun. Todd threw gang signs and downed some bull. Back at camp I chilled and cashed in my chips. I talked Brixey into riding my last laps. Then CMac rolls by and yells "quitter!!!" Thanks for kickin a man while he is down. Mustering up a little pride and with Brixey's positive encouragement, figure I should get a little hair of the dog that bit me. My geared and suspended bike is returned and looks like my best choice for the job. I mount the lights and head out for a final lap. It totally changed my disposition. Thanks Cale. Great lap, things were flowing, I was having fun again and probably had my fastest lap time. Rigid single speeds are fun but only when you are rollin with the dog. Gears and suspension are perfect for my wornout body.

We were talking about ridin the Katy Trail over a few days and this guy says "I rode that once in 26 hours but slept 3 hours of that in laundromat in Herman...."Other notesL Fish looked like a boxer after a lap, and USA flatted and snuck a "little beer".

This guy is happy at the start and just as happy after riding 12 hours by himself...if Energizer ever wants to replace that bunny they should contact Dwayne.

Brixy sprinted the final meters like Cippo and looked fresh..

Jsin and Stab you talk strategy.
This monkey was not on the lam and another reason mustaches are hott.