Saturdays Charlie's Angel's race flat and fast and after Sunday most notably dry. Not too technical with the biggest problems coming from the 30 mph winds. Raton and I were the only BOTs going but were pleasantly surprised with the number of cars in the parking lot when we pulled in.
I was pre-riding the course trying to figure out how not to crash in what could have only been described as cross racing's first ever mulch pit when everyone lined up so was straight to the back before the race even started. It was full gas straight from the start and after my first crash in the mulch pit was pretty far back. Luckily the course had a long open section and I was able to catch the front group just before the second set of barriers where I then proceeded to crash again. Not sure it was technically a crash since I wasn't actually on the bike but nonetheless. Since my chain came off too I went right back backwards and so went the rest of the race.
Raton lined up with 10 or 12 masters seemed to fare much better, at least didn't see him falling over every 10 minutes or so. He managed to win the prize of the day for the bunt cake prime lap. Free bunt cakes for a year from Nothing Bunt Cakes.
Raton with hands down the worst victory celebration ever!
Raton went for the ironman award again on Sunday and doubled up the masters and the 1/2 race. Apparently the pumpkin pancakes for breakfast weren't enough fuel and he hit a wall with 2 to go in the last race. I asked him what happened afterwards and he said "I think I blacked out.....I stopped pedaling and missed a turn and rode into a tree." Turns out the dude is human after all.
The forecast sun came out just as the races finished and we were headed back to Tulsa after a Starbucks break. It was what had to be the worlds only drive in only Starbucks so I ran next door to Dunkin Donuts to take care of business and decided that the best thing for a super bonk was donut holes so bought Raton a bag full. I apparently didn't get my hands 100% clean from the embrocation earlier and ended up getting a all together different flavor of donut holes. I guess I owe the guy in the parking lot, who I was making fun of in my head for using a rubber glove to put his on, an apology. The donut holes must have put him into glycemic shock.....that is the only way to explain what happened next.
So back in T-town we get all my crap out the truck and Raton leaves, 20 minutes later I get this text......"I never put up my tailgate at your house. This was how it was when I got out of the car."
On a non-bike racing note there is a construction zone on the turnpike between Tulsa and OKC and in two days going through it 4 times we saw 3 wrecks. Can't imagine how many there were the entire weekend if the odds are something like 75%. Seriously doesn't take a genius to figure out then need some more orange cones or flashy lights.
Pics and videos from the weekend, (some of the video is a bit suspect.....after all bike racers not cameramen) I am always in the back because I had just crashed or fell over or dropped a chain or got him in the face by a cedar tree.
Sunday's mud pit
Big shout out to Charlie's Angels and PG13 for putting on some good races on great courses. If you didn't come down you missed out.
