My man Chase went over and did Winghaven with me last weekend. As I mentioned earlier, I got pummeled and he, unfortunately, did not make it too far through the first lap before the slick conditions put him on the pavement. This really sucks, because it really was a great course for his skill set. Hopefully, he is healed up enough to survive the Tour of Ohio next week. Above are some pics of him trying to get back and then catching a ride when his day was done. He had to have a plastic surgeon put his chin back together.
The worst part of the entire day at Winghaven was when a rider crashed in the final roundabout about 600 meters from the line right in front of me on the first lap. They decided to have a "King of the Mountains" competition sprint every lap and here I am sliding sideways trying to stay up when they launch the sprint for the first KOM. Nothing like kicking off a race with a sprint to catch a sprinting field. I got back on, but I burned some serious juice to get there. I guess it really didn't matter though, because there was no way that I was getting to the end of that race. I didn't need the liars box to tell me that I can't go fast enough. There is pic above of me starting to get the speed rolling again out of the roundabout and chasing back on. Man did that hurt.
That is it for now. Rumor has it that the T-Rent might break the tractor beam and launch himself out of the 317 area code. We will have to wait and see if he can pull it off.
From the island of E'Ville,
The Enmark
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