This is going to be lazy.
JB was fun.
I started off for a bit, until Marty passed me somewhere on the first bit of single track. On the second bit of double, James passed me along with two others. I followed James for a bit then he passed the guys infront of him and picked up the pace. I was dropped.
I don't remember much after that. I had to stop for a real "pit stop" *wink wink*, and I had to sit down and eat some Cheetos and a sandwich or two. I guess I'm still in divide mode, hunger beats all other desires.
The best part was listening to Butch sing Angel of Death while running full tilt. I think I'll start every race with some Slayer.
The Rogue camp put everyone else to shame too.
Oh and I have a new fancy Sella An-Atomica saddle, with new chromoly rails.
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