Today was the Brighton Cross Country race. This was my "A" race since the trail fits my riding style and it's just a short bike ride away from my house. I finished 3rd which, at a glance, doesn't look bad at all. But there were only 4 people in Sport Single Speed; I guess the cold temperatures and rain kept away all but the dumbest racers. And I DNF'd. This will likely be my highest finish this season so I will proudly take the medal even though it doesn't really mean anything.
Actually today's race was part of a two day stage race but I skipped the races yesterday so I could go to the girls' dance competition. I will trade my Inglis for a recumbent before I miss another dance competition.
Allie spent Friday night at a friends. I told Em we could do anything she wanted. Anything. One should carefully consider signing a blank check like that. She asked to go to the Detroit Hoedown. Why couldn't she just ask for a pony. Em took my I-pod to Florida last month. She told me it was because I had Pearl Jam on it. I thought I was moving her past her country music phase.
I went to the Hoedown about 20 years ago. I didn't like country music back then either but I figured it would be a spectacle that could not be missed. I went with the right group of friends and we had a good time.
Either I have changed or the world has changed but regardless, I am not clever enough to string together the right combination of words to adequately describe the skankfest I stepped into.
I try to turn everything into a learning field trip. Em and I talked about how clothes make a statement and we tried to guess what statements the people at the Hoedown were making. I treated it like that "Scared Straight" program where kids that were headed down the wrong path spent a day listening to inmates in order to get a sense what prison was like. Em seemed horrified and I felt like I was making progress nudging her towards my way of thinking.
There were a few parents there with their kids. As parents, we all try to nudge our children into our own way of thinking. It is probably best we don't all succeed.