We went into the forest with a prostate, and came out with a diamond

Post Turbulence or, how on earth could they be smiling?

I almost died on an aircraft last week, trying to land in Houston in a lightning and wind storm. I’d rather be back in that aircraft, stapling my sack to my forehead than ride the Sherwood course again.

We used to have prostates, and now, thanks to severe undercarriage assault, we all have diamonds where those used to be. Tough day in Ye Oulde Forest, yessiree Bob.Despite the whiny overtone let me restate we all believe that a bad day on the bike  beats a good day at work, hands down. Speaking of Hand Downs….er something….

We brought a slew of us in our Mango Suits (credit: AHTBM) , boys and girls, crappy beer, shitty food, a lazy dog, and our raggedy old tent. We’re sorry if we ruined your day. If you got stuck behind some of us after we had mentally checked out of the race, we’re sorry. However, we stay in it out of duty because the crowd is rapt awaiting the new craze to befall them, the hand down:

slightly warmed against hard earned back fat

The run ups almost killed us all too, especially the poorest of us folk on singlespeeds. Hats off to those who could flow over that stuff. By the way the ground felt, one could thought that the grounds of that particular equestrian center were at one time used for artillery barrages or perhaps a minefield testing ground. Potholes in the ground, everywhere. Maybe even craters?

Anna Clark posted 5th and David Monnig an impressive 2nd on the  day for the team’s best results. Other results are coming soon, thanks to the diligence and awesomeness of the OBRA officials charged with herding us cats.

Elation? Exasperation?

And so the Crusades go forth, with 3 in the rearview, and the biggest and baddest yet to come….