Shit. Piss. More of both before the sky clears inside.

Trying to get out more for the head than the legs is challenging right now. Too many barriers, not the 40cm ones-those are easy! I want to get on the bike and go up-Loveland or Ute or Rist, I'd take anything I can get. To feel the vertical slide beneath my wheels, melt away my frozen distractions into a sweet pool of spring water.

You know when you sit down to eat your nice gentrified "Mexican" burrito you try to relax and get through the rest of your day and the burrito place you have chosen to spend about $8 at decided it would be kitschy to play Mexican pop music. Well, that's not what I want for my American burrito experience. I prefer to have whatever other shit on the stereo they play. If I wanted Mexican pop music then wouldn't I go to a proper lard-using, questionable meat serving hole in the wall that serves menudo on Tuesdays? I know I would. The concept of eating my pseudo Mexican food in an environment stretching toward authenticity unnerves me. Where do they think they are? The only thing whiter than the snow around here is the clientele, pathetic as that sounds who are they trying to fool? Again eat at a real Mexican place and roll the dice, I will next time.

Interlocken

Totally different stuff this past weekend, grass, lower speed, cold, perfect classic cross weather. I managed to not F up the start and got clear pretty fast. Rolling around at about 85-90% allowed me to learn the Ridley's subtleties on another surface, getting the drift going on cement sidewalks and power-sapping grass, awesome! Icy patches and transitions from grass to cement caused trouble for a few, with a clear shot at each section the gap only grew. Crossing the line with about a minute in hand, and a mile wide smile.

Cross-First 2 weekends

4 races in the bag and 2 wins to show for it. it pissed me off a lot that I didn't get chance to win in Breck, I know at least that Legg-less beat me fair and square at Green Mountain #1. Not that Breck wasn't fair, the start was a total piece of shit and by the time I got near the front group I was in the bag. Serves me right for not starting racing a week earlier to get a better call up for that shit show start in Breck. The new bike and the body work well together and fast wheels only add mayo to the fries. Good things to come.