What every husband does....

Chula left me unsupervised for the weekend. While doing one of my normal chores, laundry, I thought "This sure would be a pretty dress to race in on a beautiful summer day." I do not know why I chose the little pink number other than the tag said "Get up and Go". The pink number took the edge off the seriousness of racin. Do not get me wrong I love to suffer and ride hard but this is a dirt bike race in Missouri, not the Olympics.
Big thanks to Nick for putting on a great race. Without the work of promoters and volunteers what would weekend warriors have to do? I just wish my horn spilled bacon flavored jelly beans each time it was honked.

The race started out via Le Mans and I figured this would be a good time to start running for cross season. I hit the woods a few riders back and made a wrong turn on the first lap. Sorry Andy. He was on my tail like Rosco. If you have not ridden Binder go there. Trails flow with a nice mix of mellow climbs and descents through twisty wooded single track. Bridges and obstacles are scattered throughout to keep you on your toes. By the end of the day the corners had developed berms and my last two laps had me giggling with the fading sunlight.

I rode the first lap then Todd ripped a lap. Then I did two laps to each of Todd's laps. I ended up riding 7 laps and would have like to do 5 more. Todd did "lose about 30 minutes" when I was looking for a water hand up between laps. He made it up by making me a margarita that tasted like a fruit smoothie rather than a mixture of all the chemicals that have been accumulating in the garage for years like the only other margarita I have had in my life.

Dirt biking is fun.