After my awesome night of racing at the Larry Nolan Tuesday Night World points championships, I headed back for more on Wednesday.
The night started off with chariot races. I don't like these chariot races because there are neither chariots nor half nekkid romans involved. Its just a one lap sprint. Go, bell, finish, thanks for coming.
And thats pretty much how my race went. Even though I pulled and pushed and grunted, by the time I got on top of my gear, all the other chariots were long gone.
And the rest of the night, I just could not get on top of that damn gear. So I told Michael that I probably need something smaller than my 88 for Wednesday nights.
Thats when he told me I did not have an 88, but a 92. A 92.6 to be more exact. Thats a Jaques-Maynesian gear. All this time I have been pushing around a humongo gear.
So, on Friday, I decided to try Michael's gear, an 86. It was the first of the Friday night races and I wasn't expecting much of my racing efforts, but my friends were there and the music (that I worked so hard on thankyouverymuch) was playing and Michael was announcing and well, I wanted to at least give a good show.
I thought with my new fancy lower gear I could do that.
But then, in my race, I pedaled and pedaled and didn't go anywhere. It was a wierd feeling. Like in one of those chase dreams where you run, but you don't really run. It felt like that. And slowly the pack just drifted away from me and left me in their wake, a spinning fool.
So, I suppose I should keep that small gear on and practice my spin and get my foot speed up. But I say that spinning is for people without butts. I have a butt and I have quads bigger than Beth's..so what the hell do I need to spin for?