There must be a worm hole somewhere between CT and MA because there is no way my friend Chris and Elizabeth could have left Brooklyn at 5PM on a friday and have arrived at my house, Gin and tonic in hand, by ten PM. There is no fricking way it is possible. On thursday it took me 1 hour to get from Cambridge to Brookline for Naked Steve's birthday party. That is like 4 miles at most.
Anyways, so friday night, we chatted a bit, drank some beers, which I spilled all over my leg, and we strategized for the next day.
Fast forward to saturday....we get to the venue at around 11 AM, chill out, hand out and say hi to characters like Daab, PVB, ZANKS, Cary, Rosey and C.Greg and many others.
The race started pretty unremarkably. I think life is completely different when you start on the front row. There was no pushing, shoving, or any of that shenanigans that you see when you start 5 rows back. The view is clear and all is calm around you. I equate it to how good looking people or very wealthy people have such better chances at succeeding in life than say, the average joe who has to gouge eyes and kick balls to get ahead.
We had a clean entry off the pavement and into the dirt paths I was not really super intimidated by the pace. But as soon as we hit the open road again, dudes were passing with so much force that some reynolds numbers were reached and a turbulent cloud formed in front of me which slowed me down to no degree. I rode the first lap in 26th, the second in 40th, and just maintained my position until lap 5 when I dropped my chain between the chain guard and the frame. It just would not come out. I wasted about a minute as I desperately watched 30 guys pass me as I started to cry and the crowd tried to console me by yelling go Zac!.
I rode with fury for the last two laps and caught about 7-8 people on the advice of a little friend sitting on a rock. I thankfully put in a good sprint and shattered a soul of an ECV guy for 70th place.
Bad news:70th place.
Good news: The winner beat me by 11 minutes at nationals. But this time, only by 5 minutes. Also, there were over 20 guys within a minute from me. I will train super hard next week and come back as the Mexecutioner.
On Saturday night we all went out to the North End for dinner and ate some delicious pizzas and drank Gin and Tonics at home until I passed out.
SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNDAAAYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Exactly at 1:20PM on sunday, as men were digging deep into their 401K of pain, I was practicing my Hatian barrier move.
Anyways, so friday night, we chatted a bit, drank some beers, which I spilled all over my leg, and we strategized for the next day.
Fast forward to saturday....we get to the venue at around 11 AM, chill out, hand out and say hi to characters like Daab, PVB, ZANKS, Cary, Rosey and C.Greg and many others.
The race started pretty unremarkably. I think life is completely different when you start on the front row. There was no pushing, shoving, or any of that shenanigans that you see when you start 5 rows back. The view is clear and all is calm around you. I equate it to how good looking people or very wealthy people have such better chances at succeeding in life than say, the average joe who has to gouge eyes and kick balls to get ahead.
We had a clean entry off the pavement and into the dirt paths I was not really super intimidated by the pace. But as soon as we hit the open road again, dudes were passing with so much force that some reynolds numbers were reached and a turbulent cloud formed in front of me which slowed me down to no degree. I rode the first lap in 26th, the second in 40th, and just maintained my position until lap 5 when I dropped my chain between the chain guard and the frame. It just would not come out. I wasted about a minute as I desperately watched 30 guys pass me as I started to cry and the crowd tried to console me by yelling go Zac!.
I rode with fury for the last two laps and caught about 7-8 people on the advice of a little friend sitting on a rock. I thankfully put in a good sprint and shattered a soul of an ECV guy for 70th place.
Bad news:70th place.
Good news: The winner beat me by 11 minutes at nationals. But this time, only by 5 minutes. Also, there were over 20 guys within a minute from me. I will train super hard next week and come back as the Mexecutioner.
On Saturday night we all went out to the North End for dinner and ate some delicious pizzas and drank Gin and Tonics at home until I passed out.
SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNDAAAYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Exactly at 1:20PM on sunday, as men were digging deep into their 401K of pain, I was practicing my Hatian barrier move.
Contrary to popular belief, the correct tire pressure to ride over Chris's spine was 28PSI in the front and 30 PSI in the rear. 
5 comments:
you never fail to cause me to shoot milk out my nose when reading. i need to stop drinking milk when reading.
I can say I knew Yash "when" - KHS road bike #1, triple fat goose and found Oakleys on university pkwy, charm city. My how the boy has grown - just look at that impeccable barrier form! Off the bike I have found him to be the most gracious of hosts. As for Gloucester, my little friend sitting on a rock kept telling me to get off the bike and stop embarassing Yash and the borough of Brooklyn. This was the first time I was using my 'cross bike to navigate things other than car service, fixies of hipsters, potholes and glass. Props to NE 'cross, for sure.
1 hr from Cambridge to Brookline....
Yash, this is exactly why we need to get you to bike in the city!
20 minutes of nicely paced cruising enhanced by a view of the city, New England Fall, other bikers and intelligent conversations on improvised subjects with the drivers along the way!!
20 minutes - think about it...
Gloucester was fun; I never realized in how much pain I was the whole time until I saw myself in the picture afterwards, haha :)
Yash, you're a riot. I've got to meet you some day. I usually race the Master's B or an occassional 4 race so I doubt we'll cross eachother during actual racing. Keep posting, your capsule of your 70th place at Gloucester goes into my favorites list.
Bob T.
Team NHCC (well, it's not much of a "team.")
Yes, those are the most ridiculous pictures ever, and now they will be on the World Wide Web forever!
Yes, I hope I can make some people laugh, even if it is only for a couple of seconds.
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