Racing: more or less.

1st round of the Vic Enduro Series at You Yangs run by the Geelong MTB club, was held at the Kurrajong area, a course which was flat, dry & superfast. A good turnout & an odd demonstration of a ‘Madison style’ team transition during briefing kicked things off. The start/finish pit area had pits along either side of the course which was handy for track access/changeover.
My race was a sham. Entered Mens solo 40+. I’ve got the excuses lined up, but I can’t dodge the result which was last in the category with only 3hours ridden, 60kms distance, 5 laps. Booked an osteo appointment for the following Tuesday (sic). Round 2 is Mt Beauty which is too far to fit in, needing a full weekend/stayover. Maybe next year.

Dirt crits:
Westgate dirt crits is different now. Half the park gone & looping the rat run south of the bridge a million times, you can see the despondency in everyone’s faces. Talk of FGP starting up Weds cirts at Lysty is an ominous sign.
Although it’s good for a mid week hit out, breaks the trundle to/from work & helps gauge how much of a badarse I am with the Epic [not much].

YouTube vid of a lap of 'A' grade on this evening (17th Feb 2010):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-r0MDll2-A


The commute:
The Jamis has developed a loose metal noise within the frame somewhere. I’ve gone over every component on the bike, but it sounds like something inside the frame tubing, down near the BB. Doesn’t effect the ride, but I get odd looks from the laden commuters I pass by who are expecting me to drop a component.


...while back in the real world:
Mr Moo is a way cool tike. Seems to take everything with a giggle & only cracks the sads when things are definitely wrong. Sleeps heaps, even though he had discovered rolling over on his belly which is not a good thing in the cot after we put him down. My significant other who’s driving the baby experience has taken to wrapping 2 tied together wraps around his middle & tucking the ends under the mattress. Not tight, but it does stop that turning over, and he doesn’t seem to mind, as it still lets him put his toes in his mouth, so all is well.

Oh, and my back, my back ! At a certain age, it’s almost impossible to bounce back from even a slight injury. For someone who never could understand the need for medical insurance (doctors & hospitals are just for when you fall off something aren't they?), I’ve certainly padded out my wallet with business cards from the medical fraternity.

Thanks to S Rowe & Tim Harrison for use of the pix here.