What an extravaganza of goodness! All types of munters and maniacs. I went to this race with ambitions of domination. I had been training hard for it for well over a year. Solely single speeding, and much beer drinking. It turns out that all of this was in vain. Lady luck pissed all over me the moment the start hooter went off. The Russian roulette that was the start left me in about 800th place by the time I had even begun. My race was an exercise of crowd heckling, sculling beer and passing lots of people. I had resolved to finishing way off the pace and settled into a fun ride harassing as many people as possible. Slim took me back to his hotel room after the race and lubed me up with a box of beer. No idea how I made it home with my arse in one piece really. Especially with my Jane Fonda on roids costume. It was one of the best weekends I have had on and off a bike for as long as I can remember. I met some good people and heard some great stories. Now I start saving for Ireland next year. Fucked if I am gonna drink guinness though.
