dogwood rr

Travelled down to springdale, mo for some skinny tired racing last weekend. The weather was much warmer there than at lost valley last weekend. Just as windy, but warmer. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, at least for me. I got hit in the arm with a nickel thrown from a passing car early in the race. It's a nickel for sure, much too small to be a quarter, but larger than a dime or a penny. I can almost make out Jefferson's head imprinted on my arm. If it would have left a perfect mark, I might have gotten it tattooed on my bicep, but no. Then I ran over a squirrel. And we bike raced. I got a killer headache and then got dropped, even though it felt like we were just crawling along. I tried to stay plenty hydrated and fueled up, but it wasn't enough. The winner came in at just under 5 hours of racing. Long, hard day for those that finished.

We stopped in Ozark for dinner at the famed lambert's Cafe, Home of the Throwed Rolls. It's quite a good place for people watching, there are lots of gastronomic enthusiasts that frequent the joint. I never gots me no molasses for my roll, and the fried okra dealer came through too infrequently. Our energetic waitress commented on our newly acquired reddened skin, all the while looking like she'd spent the last year in a tanning bed at night. All in all, good times had by all.

Tonight will be my first tuesday night crit of the year, and this weekend brings Hillsboro Roubaix. Good times ahead.