Let's Get Jiggy

I've been a bit quiet of late.  Mainly because my life is so full of stuff I barely have a moment to write about it here.  The big cycling news for me is that I've responded to the idea that my legs don't want to get faster by going racing.

I've got a racing licence for the first time in 30 years (maybe more) and I'm off to race with the local club this weekend.  It's pretty exciting and scary at the same time.  Last time I raced, I never worried about hitting the deck. It happened sometimes and I'd get up and keep going. I'm getting weaker or smarter, because I really don't like scaping my bark off on the road anymore. It not only hurts like hell but I seem to be doing more damage and it takes much longer to heal.

The other big what if, is what happens if I get spat out the back in the first kilometer and have to choose between limping home alone and pulling the pin. I guess it'll be a long ride if that happens, 'cos I won't be pulling the pin.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,

He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

He's going the distance.

- Cake

Anyway, I've got to strip the old girl right down tonight, so I look a little serious, even on a 25 year old steel frame.  What?  No redundant lighting?

I might risk racing with only the one headlight bracket...

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