A Break in the Case

Apparently, the description of the shoe box was a bit wrong. We have a new description. See attached photo.

Caution! Achtung! Dikkat!

Approach at your own risk!

I'm reminded of a song by King Missile for some reason, but this is no laughing matter. Actually, maybe it is. Maybe the OD's dope had a similar effect as pool water had on George Costanza. Either way, he raced like a champ an made us all proud.

The New Rasmussen

As mentioned earlier in the blog, The Doper won the Indy Stage Race. He managed to take advantage of some stellar team work from Dave Anderson & T-Rent at Ft. Ben on Saturday and win the opening RR.

Then, proving that dope does work, he beat me in the time trial. Actually, he beat a lot of people and I am not any good, so it does not come as a big surprise that he beat me. Judging by the photos, the dosage wasn't quite right for the TT, but we will follow up with Fuentes on that. 442's with Ram Air can't open up that much.

Then, he played "Shadow Man" in the crit and managed to get second there. That locked up the event for him. In reality, he could not have ridden much better for the weekend.

Here is my dilemma.

For some reason, as soon as the crit was over, he gave me the pictured shoe box above and asked me to get it back to E'Ville as quickly as possible. He said something about, "No Cop, No Stop" and hurried me to my car. Right after that, he ducked into a horse stall, put on a rasta cap with dread locks wig and pretended he did not know any of us.

I might have to log a call with Mr. Obvious.

From the island of E'Ville,

The Enmark

The Doper

The Doper finally won again. He hasn't won anything since the picture above. He rode an excellent race in Indy to become the Indy Stage Race Champion.

More to come on the weekend.

From the island of E'ville,

The Enmark

Word-----G

We knew that we would not see G-Man at the Masters race on Sunday at the Fairgrounds in Indy.

You see, when you chase the Cougar's, early morning racing is not on your agenda. Most Sunday mornings are spent escaping the cat's lair, avoiding leaving numbers, trying to skip out on watching TV with kids and generally focusing on getting home without much formality. Getting to a criterium early in the morning is not in the cards if you have to crawl out a window in order to do so.

That being said, G-Man did roll in to Indy to take a swing at the 3's Criterium at the fairgrounds. G-Man has been getting some semblance of his old self going lately and the fights with Whitlock on training rides are getting more intense, so I knew he was getting close to popping a result. Apparently, late in the 3's crit, he jumped the field in the last sweeping corner before the final 90 degree turn. There was one rider still off of the front from an earlier breakaway who posted the V, but G-Man rolled in for 2nd.

The Cougar slayer is switching his prey.

From the island of E'Ville,

The Enmark

Hot

I did the group ride today here on the island. It was hot. It is hot. I am not sure how warm it was, but I know that the forcasted temp for today is 98. That is way too hot for a fat kid. I ended up bailing on the ride home and caught a lift home with Kevin P. Three hours was more than enough, especially since I have only ridden once in the past week.

Speaking of the riding last week, I did race at Zionsville and Bloomington last weekend. I managed to get a head cold the Thursday and Friday right before the races, so while I was fighting a fever on Friday night, I was lowering my expectations for the weekend. Living through it seemed like a better plan than trying anything.

At Bloomington I felt like hell, but for some reason, I decided to attack about half way through. Sometimes my head and legs don't communicate. I knew not to attack, but it was a perfect opportunity, so I did. Anyway, two guys came up to me after a few laps by myself and very quickly dispatched me from the group. In the end, I rode at the back, tried to move up and couldn't and rode in to stay safe with the doper and G-Man.

At Zionsville, I felt worse than the night before and rode at the back the entire time, suffering to stay in. I moved up once or twice, but could not stay there. It was ugly. With 4 to go, I moved up to the front 5 to try to fake a field sprint and found Brad on our team. I steered him for 3 laps, riding him into the ground trying to stay in the top 5 and avoid surges. He turned himself inside out and got me to the end, but I didn't have all the pop I needed and got beat in the last 25 meters for the win. Second for the second year running there. Lame. I needed one more teammate to rock the pace in the last lap to really launch off of to have a true shot at winning. Brad had been the whipping boy for 3 laps and just didn't have the juice at the end anymore.

Speaking of rides, I have to update the blog on the stop sign attack from a couple of weeks ago. As I am sure that you are aware, your perception is your reality. For instance, if you read many race reports, you will find that a report on a race that you were in looks nothing like what you saw happen. If you asked a field of 30 guys what happened in a race, you would get 31 stories, because the official would have a version too. Your perception of reality is different than someone else's, plain and simple. I talked with the person in question today on the ride and guess what, my perception and his varied. It doesn't make either of us right or wrong, just a different perception of what took place. In the end I apologized for calling him out on the blog, which was probably the wrong way to go, rather than saying something to him in person. The good news is, that we have moved on, all apologies accepted and delivered.

That is it for now, so remember today we learned:

-It is hot
-Your perception is your reality
-It is hot
-I am a dumbass for attacking at Bloomington
-It is still hot
-I cannot sprint fast enough to win Zionsville apparently

From the island of E'ville,

The Enmark

Red

Ultra Sexy!

The Sexy Rig

This is the Scott Addict that Rich hooked me up with in Chicago. It is killer!

Richie

I got to ride with my man Rich on the sweetest rig I have ever pimped on today. A Scott Addict with SRAM Red. It was the bomb! There is a reason that I have shyed away from good stuff like that. Now I want one. I have to say that I really dug the SRAM stuff. It is super cool.

Posting from the big city,

The Enmark

P.S. Check out Rich's blog for photos from today's ride

Stop Sign Attacks!

One thing that I hate about group rides are stop sign attacks. Nothing is more annoying. Having known some people who have been hit by cars and received serious injuries or died, I have a huge problem with risking it all for the big stop sign move. Breaking away from a stop sign doesn't show us how strong you are, only that you are a dipshit.

On the club ride last night, I was privy to such an attack. I will leave the name of the attacker off of the blog, but it is a gay maneuver. It is about as cool as attacking the group right after a crash. Don't be a dork and use stop sign attacks as your tool to victory on the club ride, you aren't really winning anything, only losing others respect for you as a rider.

Annoyed on the island of E'ville,

The Enmark