Hidin'

I talked to T-Rent on Thursday about racing at the Regatta in Madison on Saturday. It seems that the 317 has flared to full force and he now has a sinus infection that is preventing him from racing. That and a broken crank set, so he is going to keep hidin' in Indy. Much like the Cubs, he is working on coining the phrase, "maybe next year".

Dave Anderson and I represented the Mob and went to Madison for the 3's race. We ended up missing the break of two, chasing the break, not bringing the break back and then lighting the field sprint for 3rd. I had to do an almost full lap lead out, but it was enough to shred the field. Dave easily won the field sprint for 3rd and one guy was able to sit on his wheel for the lead out. I rolled across in 5th.

Surprisingly, immediately after the race, I was interrogated by local law enforcement officials. It seems Grumpy Bill is originally from Madison and they are still looking for him on some out standing "issues". I thought that the doper had it rough, but this is persistence. I of course refused to provide any information and they were resolved to staking out the course next year in hopes to capture the elusive Stoner.

Normally, I would make fun of the doper here, but I have to send a thank you to him this week. Last Sunday, I got stung by a bee or wasp or something midway through our ride. As we kept rolling, my arm got very tight and swelled up. He helped me get to his place, get some ice on it and then rode with me to my drive way to make sure that I did not get any worse, have a reaction, etc. Then, on the Wednesday night ride, I managed to start to bonk midway through the group ride, after he and I flogged each other on the way to the ride for an hour. He hooked me up with some power gel and then a coke on the way home. I expect him to get me on "the stuff" anytime, especially after he hears that I missed the break at Madison. Anyway, Barker gets a free pass this week.

Finally, G-Man and Whitlock raced in Cincy this past weekend. According to Joe, The SS Nazi (Spees) lost his wheel for a lead out, so Joe sat up and rolled in. According to the G-Man, Joe almost rode him off of his bike twice. My guess is that Joe popped during the lead out and dumped a drag chute out and everyone carrying any speed almost flattened him. G-Man swears that the bike spike is not far off and Joe swears that he is about to die after every race, so I am not sure where either really stands. I will get with the SS and try to find out what took place.

I am headed to St. Louis this morning with the Jingle Hammer for Soulard. I will report on that in the coming days.

From the island of E'Ville,

The Enmark (aka Stay Puff)