So I like blues... and one program our station does carry is the House of Blues Show. It's a staple for the ride to Sunday races. I caught this song on it the other day. It was aurally pleasing, not to be confused with this orally pleasing.
North Mississippi Allstars - "Shake Em' On Down"
So lets start with the first order of biznatch which was our Key Largo vacation. BA I tell ya, BA. I try to be hip to the latest lingo, kinda like FML. No need for FML here, mines been gravy.
Jamie and I spent the week down in the Keys with my family, which turned out to be more than we wanted sometimes, but overall an awesome time.
We did lots of this...
I caught like a hundred of these fella's. Was hoping for Moby, but that dick never showed.
This was our bounty.
Got to Scuba Dive but no pictures, all I can say is AMAZING! Unlimited visiablilty, and I caught my first lobster, and even spotted this bad boy. I take claim to finding him, but I let the others work their magic on catching him.
I went with my cuz Josh, whos a marine biologist down there. Apparently he has the best job in the world. He just dives and studies weird sea life all day. Hard life I tell ya. They wanted to measure and study that bad boy of a specimen, and said it's the largest they ever caught. I don't do anything but big...
Lots of other fun shit, and then finished it off with the last day down at Key West where Jamie and I proceeded to see how many different bars we could hit in our 4 hour time frame. I was wasted...
So that was fun, much needed time off. A whole week without a bike! I thought about jacking some people as they rode by, but my better moral judgement told me I'd like to make it back to Missery, although the thought of a Key's jail sounded somewhat not so bad.
Came back, felt great on the bike, and then BAM! Head cold... I love that shit. Always before a race you actually give a shit on how you do. The Midwest SS Championship. I was ready for complete domination, but the few days leading up to the race were sketchy. Still had a clogged up head and not so good looking bowle movements. Ya, sick.
Long story short, 3rd of 67 total SS'ers. Worst race of the year for me feelings wise. I had no zip, and really had doubts on finishing. It's hard to stop when your top 3 though, and even through the blurry double vision, lack of being able to breath, and overall feeling of about to pass outness, I made it through the 3 laps.
Sooo Painful...
No so flossin...
Trying to dominate the BEAST! I was going to chug that shit but it's so damn nasty.
I would have loved to been on game, because Breslin was there and I think we could have rode each other into the ground. I had a decent start, gapped the feild and then just couldn't recover.
Oh well, still a decent result, just not what you want. I don't mind losing sometimes, but when you have others slotting you in top spot and you fail, it sucks. When you have yourself slotted in the top spot and fail, it sucks even more. And lastely when you get beat by a 19 year old who's new to riding, it puts the nail in the coffin. Turbo as your called, nice job man, keep it up...
I will revenge my lackluster showing. One thing I did learn was throwing down sub 33 minute laps should be easily doable at the Binder 6 hour race. My first lap was a 33, and I felt like crap on over half of it. Had I performed like I did at Sunflower and Croc Rock, I could have easily busted sub 32.
Off this weekend, I'm passing on Cruise the Blues, although you shouldn't. It's truely a spectacular race. I just have to much crap to get done around here. Being a responsible adult sucks. I just want to be a kid again...
Till next time
G
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