Sunday, we did our Tom Brown race simulation. This is an annual event that either: Makes one stick ones chest out, or makes one reevaluate everything from what one ate, to why one needs a new bike, to one speed dialing the suicide hot line. The results almost never reflect race performance. But just like Gallup polls, millage ratings, and reality shows, we discuss them at length as though they are real and important.
I approached the event without any science or forethought. I flatted, broke my pump, and had a rather dramatic intestinal event (I will spare you the data). Having said all that, it was a good day to be a cyclist, on a ride with the crew. The weather was fantastic, and I came home laughing.
The highlight of the day was being dropped by Worm while he had the best three laps in recorded history. He is the new "aw shucks fellas, I'm really slow" convert in the ever growing cult of Marquis de Slade'.
*This entire post was presented in current time and contained no nostalgia what-so-ever. Please use your decoder rings to find the secret messages about Magnum as all my posts are subversive homage to the mythical former cyclist/surfer.*