Basketball Jones

Man I am Jonesin for a race. I read cycle news with reckless abandonment. Straight to the calendar. Where is a race. For those that don’t race, I hope you have had the chance to. If you never had, you really need to try it. There is nothing like sitting on the line waiting for the gate to drop. If one were to describe it, it would be Christmas, your birthday at 12 and 21. You get the bike and you go to the bar, you meet the woman of your dreams and she breaks your heart. All in that second of a moment in time as the pin leaning against the start gate twinges.

Klunk, crack, slam, the gate hits the ground the release of the clutch and bam your on your way to third. Fourth, shut it down. Turn left or right, you see either air or side panels. You slide off the plastic and feel the rubber knobbies dig for traction.  That is the climax of the race, from there it’s a panic to the finish line. Ironically you ride off the track and feel “Is that all there was?” You seek more, like a itch on your back that someone just scratched and now you feel both good and relived.

Dam I need my back scratched!

Great ride today after the rainstorms. JMI looked like a huge success and loads of fun.