It's funny earlier in the week I was made about my upgrade getting denied...and now I need to send in my downgrade!
Westlake went pretty terrible. Everyone was depressed about what happened this weekend, and what happened to our friends and teammates. It was a tough pill to swallow knowing such innocent and helpful people died after some dumbass went crazy on his girlfriend. There are lots of rumors going around about the shooting spree in Copley, mainly the gunman's motive, but all I know is we all lost a big part of a wonderful family.
The worst possible combination led to me crashing last night, insult to injury I believe is the right term.
We were lapping the B race, at turn 2, maybe 8 laps in, and I was following Dave Walker, bridging up to the front field split. There was maybe a five second gap between us, the front group, then five more seconds to the rest of the field. *Everything came back together after I crashed, too. So neither Walker nor I yelled at the Bees to move over, I think they just assumed what was left of the A race was only 15 guys. And we just assumed they thought there would be more racers.
Anyway, we went in HOT (like no brakes pushing on the weeble-wobble speedplays HOT) and the two guys in the back of the B's also swung wide going much slower (thinking that was the end of the A field). I slightly over reacted and over corrected as to not go into one of the guys and presumably ate it trying to avoid these guys. I washed out on my knee cap and knuckle punched the ground.
Damage: skinned up basically. My right hand fingers all hurt to touch and I can't lean my elbow on anything beside a sweatshirt, but other than that, fine.
Real report, bike damage: bar tape is toast, shifter got a nice little chunk taken out of it but still functional (same with rear derailleur) pedal cover shredded, and my seat is a little torn. Hanger straight, too.
Besides still mint! I was going to retire the SuperSix for this year, anyway, due to my lack of parts for a cross bike and my knees always feeling wonky when going from 175's with weeble-wobbles, and 172.5's with stiff pedals (I like the cross setup better fyi). And I had a few signs I should have retire the bike one day earlier: flat I had to change before the race, bottle boss stripped, and one weeble-wobble completely seized. Weird. But I should have listened and brought my cross bike last night.
Every post needs pictures:
Close up, yum. 
I was trying to show both the tarmac-embedded flesh, and punching bag knuckles. All I could think of was this gang symbol. 
...you may remember me from such movies as Spiderman 1 and 3 (#2 was dumb and I don't want to be associated with it) 
Westlake went pretty terrible. Everyone was depressed about what happened this weekend, and what happened to our friends and teammates. It was a tough pill to swallow knowing such innocent and helpful people died after some dumbass went crazy on his girlfriend. There are lots of rumors going around about the shooting spree in Copley, mainly the gunman's motive, but all I know is we all lost a big part of a wonderful family.
The worst possible combination led to me crashing last night, insult to injury I believe is the right term.
We were lapping the B race, at turn 2, maybe 8 laps in, and I was following Dave Walker, bridging up to the front field split. There was maybe a five second gap between us, the front group, then five more seconds to the rest of the field. *Everything came back together after I crashed, too. So neither Walker nor I yelled at the Bees to move over, I think they just assumed what was left of the A race was only 15 guys. And we just assumed they thought there would be more racers.
Anyway, we went in HOT (like no brakes pushing on the weeble-wobble speedplays HOT) and the two guys in the back of the B's also swung wide going much slower (thinking that was the end of the A field). I slightly over reacted and over corrected as to not go into one of the guys and presumably ate it trying to avoid these guys. I washed out on my knee cap and knuckle punched the ground.
Damage: skinned up basically. My right hand fingers all hurt to touch and I can't lean my elbow on anything beside a sweatshirt, but other than that, fine.
Real report, bike damage: bar tape is toast, shifter got a nice little chunk taken out of it but still functional (same with rear derailleur) pedal cover shredded, and my seat is a little torn. Hanger straight, too.
Besides still mint! I was going to retire the SuperSix for this year, anyway, due to my lack of parts for a cross bike and my knees always feeling wonky when going from 175's with weeble-wobbles, and 172.5's with stiff pedals (I like the cross setup better fyi). And I had a few signs I should have retire the bike one day earlier: flat I had to change before the race, bottle boss stripped, and one weeble-wobble completely seized. Weird. But I should have listened and brought my cross bike last night.
Every post needs pictures:
Close up, yum. 
I was trying to show both the tarmac-embedded flesh, and punching bag knuckles. All I could think of was this gang symbol. 
...you may remember me from such movies as Spiderman 1 and 3 (#2 was dumb and I don't want to be associated with it) 
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