I...Am Not Waiting for Tonight
The club's unofficial races officially started last week, but it was too thunderstormy to drive 45 minutes just to find out we were rained out. So I stayed home, but tonight, if we don't have our standard-issue evening electrical storm, I'll be there. My only goal is to finish without getting dropped. It'll be somewhat nerve-wracking, since I haven't done any pack riding since last summer, and that seems to require 110% concentration on top of peak physical effort, so I don't wiggle off my line and take out some geezer on his $4,000 Italian steed (like poor Mario Cipollini yesterday at the Giro d"Italia).



Damn Damn Damn! Update: Rain, hard, right when I needed to leave. Radar shows more on the way. I guess that potbellied guy on the Colnago is safe for another week.