Ontario Cup #2. Done.
Rode up, rode around, ran out of gas, rode home. This is where I should include a detailed race report…because that’s what you do in/on/with a cycling blog…yammer about how it coulda shoulda woulda gone, reflect on my unpreparedness, overtrainingness and generally pile the sand until I proclaim (much to your edge-of-the-seat surprise) that the results were fantastically superifical and incredibly interesting! In fact the results were completely normal, totally average and otherwise uneventful. One rider here, another there…pretty much unchanged from OCUP1 to OCUP2…like Seinfeld, but on dirt.

There was one bright point at the race. Teenie tiny Noah Summers. He and I went for a nice 18km cruise, talking periodically at his olde man, jeering his uncle and looking for his mom…it was more a quest then a race. That is until he decided to move on at the start of lap 3. Just like that he pedaled away, after all that work, he dumped me on the first climb…I only saw glimpses of him after that. It brought a tear to my eye, and reminded me of a song I wrote this one time at band camp:

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
“Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?”
He shook his head and said with a smile
“What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?”

Now I am sure that my help and guidance is something that Noah will take with him as he progress’ on to cycling infamy…he may even send me tickets to the Olympics one day. Will I be the one to remind him that his ma and pa were trying desperately to pedal AWAY from him during these early-life-tests? No. That will be for his therapist…

Goodbye Little Man - Good luck!

Still on the OCUP scene, you know what made me sick about the whole race? The whole scene?
You people.
YOU, all of the blaytantly biased home team ‘looks like David versus Goliath’ type fans…the cheering…the taunting…the fans at Albion Hills yesterday were biased and it hurt my feelings.

“go little guy”
“take him little guy”
“he’s passing his dad…”

His Fans - Buggers

24hrs ‘Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous’ This weekend.
Solo for 24hrs. I hear tale that some people prepare for an event like this. At this stage in the game, I don’t suppose that I will.

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