We’re stupid. Really stupid.
We’re heading out on a Friday for a three-day trip to Michigan for a three to four hour race, the Barry-Roubaix.
Think about that for a minute. We’re giving up three weekend days for a 3-4 hour race. Does that make sense?
And, here the forecast for race time:
Meantime, it’s gonna be nice in central Ohio:
But first, I had to pick up my new bike. So, I headed off to Breakaway.
As Joe and Mikey and I discussed the race, Dan and Paul started looking nervous. Paul said “your first ride on this bike is going to be a 62-mile race?” “You’re killing me.”
Yes. Yes I am. Paul is right to be concerned. The brakes haven’t been burned in yet. No test ride for sizing. No opportunity to shakedown the build.
The bike is sahweeet. It’s a Trek Crockett 5.
And I’m gonna go get it dirty.
I dunno. What would you do?
Be. Rave and be stupid.