This job is getting easier and easier every week, not because i get used to it but because there are FEWER and FEWER races going on to post about. It's that time of year, just a couple months away from where we will soon end up being hopeful on fri for weather in the 30s on the weekend. But until then...
Dieter's stranglehold on large out of town races continues this Sat with the Hunter Mountain Fall Classic up in Hunter, NY. Rumor has it the pace vehicles will all be Bentley's, blinged out and rollin on 22s.
Come Sun, there is the weekly Mangoseed/WS United Graveyard series out at FBF. No Bentley's, but Horace is going to have a follow vehicle for each field that sprays for mosquitoes AND has tiki torches. Good times...
Good luck, and be safe.
While I didn't ride the extra wet miles to Weehawken to get my finishers medal at the GFNY, I did end up with a souvenir from Sunday's fondo.
We are experiencing the type of weather that prompts the painfully obvious amongst us to query others about the quality and quantity of wetness that abounds by asking perchance, if it conditions we
I am by nature a vituperative person, it's my default setting, and today my ire has been raised, so I'm going to strike back and just half ass my way through this Hopeful Friday posting, because pu