We both got to hear a bunch of confused shouting in a variety of tongues for the first two start loops as the fairly small (90 or so starters) Elite Men’s field tried to fit through even smaller gaps in the trees. The start clock is there to quantify just how poorly we’d managed ourselves during the opening minutes, what took the leaders seventeen took us twenty or twenty-one. That sucks. But, there’s a solution: We should have simply sprinted up the hills on hardtails and yelled crazily at everyone in our general vicinity. Instead we tried to keep our cool and pass on the descents with our super sweet Maestro suspension but just got balled up by guys who suck. At shredding. They’re pretty good racers, for a few laps at least.
My 2 cents: probably a happy medium would work well, and lots of yelling in Spanish. Or this!
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i don't speak spanish or americano ... it is true and frustrating.
ReplyDelete15lb hardtail and a repetoire of foreign language swearing is only way