Lost Valley

Once again no interview or photos, and I have to resort to my C-level composition skills to recap the Lost Valley. You would be better off reading here.

Arrived with Shot, and Ploch (unprompted by BH) squeezed his tire to get him second guessing his tire pressure, then lingered to ask about Shot's secret training plan, which I explained included drinking lots of Trops. Anyway, there was no shade in the parking lot which was absorbing solar radiation like sorority girls before the spring formal. I really noticed it while changing into my cycling shoes. Starting the grill the night before, I dumped the coals and, being the barefoot hillbilly I am, stepped on a coal that missed the Weber. That would be the flesh cooking on the bottom of my foot.

I made my way to the back of the Cat1 field and got heckled by Fuhrman for being in back. I should start in back to stay out of the way. The race tore down a Katy Trail type path for a 1km or so, then dumped into the woods for some double track action. I was choking nicely on dust at this point. After about 3km of double track, we turned into the woods. The new trail was nicely laid out and flowed well between the trees with little elevation change. It was littered with rocks and still bumpy but will only get better. I was following Gino and admiring his new bike. He slowed down in a corner by sliding out. I quickly thought "What should I do?" Stomp his new bike and steal his bottle of course. Then I remembered the Segal connection and scamped off in the woods to hide to avoid having my wrists snapped. The double track and single track do-si-do'ed to complete the lap. I have no clue where I finished, other than with a big grin on my face from riding some great new trail and rolling a lap or so with LtD and Tom. Happy late Fathers Day to those two fine gentlemen. My foot still hurts, and the blister is better. Thanks for asking.