squirrels

mediocre race for me saturday, got in and did my work for the team and checked out when it got hairy on the last lap. rainsoaked office parks are not the place to prove your meddle with cross looming. got onto wheels that had thoughts of going to the break and sat there, not blocking as much as discouraging. fun stuff to not have personal goals, a lot less selfish than any mtb race or cross race for me. better better better. the guy who won is the worst rider in the bunch when it comes to being squirrely, oddly enough the only leadout he could get was from a teammate who didn't want to share the success with him after the race. the guy is just scary out there, i don't wanna ride near him for a second. a pile-up waiting to happen. sunday was great riding with shaubie, except she hit a squirrel about two hours and showered her bike with guts. that water bottle won't be used again. the poor thing was already dead on the side of the road and it got dead-er as her 23mm tires cut like a christmas ham. mmmmmmmm ham. i saw it going under her tires and turned away in time to hear the bloated carcass explode as she cut it into pieces. we didn't crash as we were grossed out but it was extra-gnarly.