I finished 8th out of 17 in Sport Single Speed yesterday, another reminder of just how remarkably average I am. A hard crash and resulting mechanical pretty much ended the race for me on the first lap but things were falling apart before then. I have been training. Almost. I don’t think it is a physical thing. I mean, I think my heart is fine; it just isn’t into racing anymore. It was a perfect weekend despite a disappointing finish.
Next weekend is Mud, Sweat, and Beers. I’m pre-registered for Open Single Speed. I will try to get moved down to 45 – 50 Sport geared. Tonight I will replace the chain, cassette, pedals, and brake pads on my Tomac. I am going to order Stan’s valve stems and sealant and finally make the switch to tubeless. I am slow to jump on band wagons.
Before bicycles I was into motorcycles. I had a wonderful collection. But it seemed the two best days of owning any particular motorcycle was the day I bought it and the day I sold it. It isn’t that way with bicycles. The days in between are just as good. With that said, I was giddy when I got my Tomac. I never had a high-end bicycle before. I bought this bike used from the Kenda race team. It worked as perfect as I knew it would. I’m still smitten. Every relationship should be like that.