are sometimes smooth and silky, and other times tired and tight.

Monday, April 21, 2008

A sort of Homecoming (Prologue)

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask did I get here?

Tuesday night, at the end of a group ride, I was asked if I raced. After confirming that I did, I proceeded to go into great detail about how I hadn’t raced since October, how I hadn’t been training enough, how I had let myself get far too fat, how I hadn’t yet renewed my license, etc, etc, etc. Excuses. All of them.

Regardless, the guy who asked, told me about a stage race, the Mississippi Gran Prix Stage Race, that was taking place over the weekend. I thanked him for the tip, and wished him good luck. There was no way that I was going to start my season with a stage race. No way. A couple of hours later, after drinking a few beers, I sent an email to a teammate of the guy, asking if I could travel along, maybe share a hotel room, split the costs, etc. I expected a polite “thanks, but no thanks” reply, that's most likely what I would have done. What I got was a “sure, come along.”

So there I found myself, on a Friday afternoon, a passenger in the back of a minivan, loaded with 5 bicycles, and 12 sets of wheels, with an 18 year old baby-faced assassin at the wheel, driving well in excess of the speed limit, in torrential rains, with next to no visibility. Bike racing, there’s nothing quite like it.



Anonymous said...

Cruel. Leaving us hanging like that... ;)

bikerider061964 said...

An epilogue by definition occurs once a story is complete. I think in this case you may have it backwards in which case I can't wait to read the prologue and the story that preceeds it.
Do tell, please!

Shaver said...

bikerider061964, duly noted and corrected.