Weekend at the Mount

The Rocky Mount Stage Race was a lot of fun this year. I uploaded a writeup to the NOBC website, so I guess I won't repeat it here. Suffice it to say that the courses were great and the competition was challenging and when you come out with a result better than you were expected going in, you always think the race was great. There was some good participation from the Texas folks, including the Compliance Depot team (including Shannon K) out of the Dallas area, as well as the Oklahoma City team. Overall, the race seemed better organized and ran more smoothly than last year, and we didn't get lost even once despite there being no race bibles at registration. Luckily Keith had printed one out before we left. Anyway, by the time this race ended I was starting to feel, however temporarily, a little bit like a bike racer again.

Riding back to New Orleans with Wes, we pretty much went through the entire history of local bike racing, typical race strategies for normal people, and those sorts of things, so the drive seemed to go by pretty fast. I was especially happy that my calf muscle that I seem to keep injuring and which cramped up on me at the end of the road race seemed to be pretty pain-free, so hopefully it will stop causing me trouble by the time I race again. Unfortunately, that won't be for a few weeks.

I went out for an easy spin on the levee this morning as usual, and also as usual for a Monday I only found Joe when I arrived. Right where we normally meet, there was a Levee District Police SUV parked today. Just as I arrived, Joe comes up the hill from the opposite direction, passes the open window of the police car, stops directly behind the SUV tailgate, and proceeds to take a leak. I'm glad the guy in the truck was busy writing something up because if he had seen that I'd probably be writing this from the Jefferson Parish jailhouse.