18 Hours On The Farm
"Lap 1 was kinda hard, Lap 2 was real hard, Lap 3 was a Mother F'er, 4 was alot better, 5 got hard again. I'm shutting down because I'm getting a little bit hazardous to my own health".
I met Pete and Anne Lynn on a Fruita trip last Spring and they've been egging me to come down to Richmond for the 18 Hours on the Farm race. So I did. Originally, Andrew and I were going to do it as a 2 man team, but then he backed out. So I entered the Solo class. I musta been drunk! 18 hours in the saddle?!?! No way. I rode for 10 and slept for 6. Not the formula for winning, but it was a whole lot of fun.
Cyndi and I cruised down Saturday morning for the 4pm start time. We set up camp on a nice breezy hill along the race course. Anne Lynn was working the race and Pete was racing on his own team. His blue Sidi's adorned my feet, as I forgot my own shoes. I started off in the back of a rolling start, just content to do a casual lap and check out the course. Just a couple miles in, I started catching racers who seemed to have started off too fast and had blown up. Moving along, no reason to stop, I just kept going. Until the bees hit me on lap 4 and I thought it was a transformer somewhere out on the racecourse that was buzzing. That caused an adrenaline rush that pushed me on to another night lap. Then, a Natural Light (God help me, I brought the reserves from the fridge) in the shower before sacking out for 6 hours. Woke up at 7am, put in 2 more laps before the gun went off and packed it in. We had lunch with Pete and Anne Lynn before heading North. Good times with good people.
I met Pete and Anne Lynn on a Fruita trip last Spring and they've been egging me to come down to Richmond for the 18 Hours on the Farm race. So I did. Originally, Andrew and I were going to do it as a 2 man team, but then he backed out. So I entered the Solo class. I musta been drunk! 18 hours in the saddle?!?! No way. I rode for 10 and slept for 6. Not the formula for winning, but it was a whole lot of fun.
Cyndi and I cruised down Saturday morning for the 4pm start time. We set up camp on a nice breezy hill along the race course. Anne Lynn was working the race and Pete was racing on his own team. His blue Sidi's adorned my feet, as I forgot my own shoes. I started off in the back of a rolling start, just content to do a casual lap and check out the course. Just a couple miles in, I started catching racers who seemed to have started off too fast and had blown up. Moving along, no reason to stop, I just kept going. Until the bees hit me on lap 4 and I thought it was a transformer somewhere out on the racecourse that was buzzing. That caused an adrenaline rush that pushed me on to another night lap. Then, a Natural Light (God help me, I brought the reserves from the fridge) in the shower before sacking out for 6 hours. Woke up at 7am, put in 2 more laps before the gun went off and packed it in. We had lunch with Pete and Anne Lynn before heading North. Good times with good people.
On the way home we stopped here at the sight John Wilkes Booth was killed. It is located in the median strip of US 301 just South of Port Royal, Virginia. Freaky.
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