Too Vanilla For You

and sometimes the cow gets you.

These past couple weeks of racing, you could say that I've tried to milk the cow's teat, but the milk has come out all sour and maybe even yellow. At Alpenrose I got a good gap out of the gates, but coming into the run up I slid out and jabbed my left foot into the ground. For a minute I thought I broke my foot, but it turns out I just sprained it badly. Then I rode around for awhile.

Then at Gloucester I got a crappy start position (don't they do call-ups according to how nice your bike is? I would win) and had a hard time making up ground on a super-fast, not-super-techy course with a gimpy ankle. Sunday was the same story, battling it out for a crappy result, so I pulled the plug.

Hey, but on the plus side I diverted a complete catastrophe. I forgot that I had left a complete tub of Kozy Shack in the fridge at the bed and breakfast we stayed at. On Sunday I packed up the car, went to the race course, forgetting all about the Shack. Luckily somebody at the race mentioned it, and as a warm-up I hightailed it back to the inn, got the kozy shack, and made it back in time to start the race.

You know what's pro? Chris Horner did Gloucester last weekend, then flew back to Europe to do Tour of Lombardy today. You know what's not so pro? My A bike, zipp carbons, and bontrager race-x-lites are still in transit from the east coast. So this weekend I'll have to use my B bike (Dura-Ace 9 speed? Please) and my old carbon bontragers.