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Comment of the day, June 3, 2009:
FBF 6/2/09 – Race Report – Excitable Cat 4 Race
By: Wheelsucker
Wed, 06/03/2009 – 8:23am
Date: June 2, 2009
Course: Everyone’s favorite NYC abandoned airfield with weeds, wind and women (well, 2 out of 3), oh, and no drainage. 2.25 mile imaginary oval shortened to a .9 mile rhombus with tight corners, barriers and thousands of lakes.
Conditions: Overcast at the start, a warm sunset by race’s end…and the least amount of wind I can ever recall at FBF. Eerily quiet and subdued – reminded me of McCarthy’s THE ROAD.
Summary: Last night at Floyd I rode my own race. I dictated the pace and didn’t let others disrupt my rhythm. I was my own “Army of One”. I rolled up to line and got a great starting position upfront. I envisioned a strong ride and clipped in as I rolled away. I felt strong as I weaved around the mini-lakes on the course holding the line of moth drawn to a bring light on a hot summer night. Racers were so intimidated by my strength, that most had not even gotten out of their cars. Most just turned around and drove home. Those that rode to the course similarly departed and rode away. I felt strong. I repeatedly chased down the ghost of Schmalz, nearly catching it when his Carbon Vapor Zipp wheel popped out of his frame because he forgot to tighten his imaginary skewer. After about 20 laps (I lost count because Charlie just sat in his car and didn’t shout out how many laps were left. Come to think of it, the lazy SOB didn’t even bother to put out a single orange cone. Oh, well, you get what you pay for, I suppose…) I decided to lead it out and sprinted hard to the line. I’m not sure how I did, but in my mind, I won (of course, I think that every time). I’ll know better when the results are posted. I heard it was double points, but who cares, really? I get those all the time on my frequent flyer programs and I’m no fool, I know they’re pretty much worthless. This week’s song…Excitable Boy, by Warren Zevon…
Hold your line, excitable cat 4.
I’m a cat 4 on the track. I’m going to get excitable at the velodrome to see what it feels like to be an excitable cat 4. Waving my arms, talking loud about who is probably doping, etc.