Word to the Fathers.

Now is as good a time as any for a blog post eh? You'd think with the small bit of success that I tasted last weekend, I'd get right on it and blog away but life is busy brah.

So about that success.

Raced the Sterling Sizzler last weekend. I'm a sucker for catchy names. The race was in Connecticut. When I think of Connecticut, I don't think podunk or redneck or anything like that. I was sorely mistaken as we arrived at the bottom of what once was some type of mine. The 'experienced' promoter looked how I imagine Jesus to looked. All in all Jesus can run a pretty decent race, hill billy or not.

The day started out with only one team "meeting" and the team car leaving right on time. The awful directions provided by the race enabled us to get insanely lost. The signs that were promised ended up being the small course arrows that I can't see in a race let alone in a car thats going 60mph trying to get to the race on time. I was able to register with some 30 min before Jesus was to tell me to go. Red Bull and Yodles was on the day's menu. It all went down a bit smoother than the Twinky's of the week prior. We're due for a picture aren't we?

Being hill billy and all there wasn't nearly the amount of riders that I toe the line with usually, and the strength of the smaller field was deff. lacking but as they say in the hood "The buyer of the rotten beans is the blind man"

I took my usual whole shot (as long as I can keep the rubber side down that is) and quickly went to work with the brah who usually wins the much faster Root 66 races.

We hit the single track with a pretty sizable gap over everyone else. Homebra' crashed and I crashed with him (not counting the other 1000+ times I sampled eastern CT's finest dirt). I think he flatted 'cuse I didn't see him the rest of the day. The course was supper technical, muddy and slick. In short, lots of fun to ride.
Everything came together nicely as I slogged away to a 2nd place finish.
The very nice Mount Snow-esc climb was fun to go up and down for the sake of going straight up and then straight down.

There wasn't any podium to stand on or anything, but I still feel pretty satisfied that I was able to put together a good one with the meat of the season upon me. The confidence that was gained is good. Its too bad I wasn't able to line'r up this weekend. Why there aren't any dirt games the weekend of Father's day is beyond me. Next weekend.

I suppose that's a post...

Sponsor's Represent!

Random splattering:

My longest sponsor who has sunk the most money into me got part of his website up this week:
http://segwayofthehudsonvalley.com/
Or for your convince, click HERE. The other part of the website (there is a link in the bottom left) will be up soon. From what I've seen, its going to be pretty kick ass.

I googled for the website and found some other people who blogged about meeting my dad and riding his Segs. My old man is really getting the word out!

Also of note is the Twin 6 boys have re-vamped their site and they gave some dude his own bio. I can't wait to get my sweet threads! There is some other stuff on there to waste some of your work day on, so take a gander.

And now, a picture cuse I can't blog without at least one:

Word to your moms.

So uh lots of rinding. Doin' the thang. ya know.

Got the lady a new bike. Mountain bike. Giant. You know how we do.

Its a pretty sweet ride. She's got pole position in the bike room, so I've been checking out all the nooks and cranny's all week.

It was fun to ride with her. H took her first dinger, sacrificing her body for the good of the bike like a true mtb'er. Bruised her hand pretty good but got back on with a smile.

I think she's pretty much hooked because she pulled this out of someone's trash heap:

I road the Battle Road this week.

It was pretty cool. Until I flatted and discovered that the stem on the tube that I had was too short for the dish of the wheels. I road a flat for about 40min to get to Concord and get to the other shop. Good times.
The Battle Road is cool because its away from cars and out in the woods. I really had to pee but there are markers like this all over:

I can't take a pee where people have died. Its just not right.
There were lots of uber old houses complete with people playing dress up.

The build to Nationals has begun. Exciting times except for the fact that all week I was riding with a heart rate cap. It makes you look foolish when your all kitted up on a sweet whip and you've got guys like this following you for miles:

But hey, the goal here is to be going fast when it counts, not putting the hurt on mr. weekend rider.

Lots of Dirt Game offerings this weekend. It'll be good to throw down.

As we say in the hood, Game on.

awww yea...