Yesterday I did the big 50-mile Harbor ride again, but this time I didn't get squashed so bad on every hill-- just some of them. Part of my secret was that there was this Bissell guy there, and when the gruppo got compacto at a stop sign, I touched his butt for good luck. He kind of gave me a look, but I played it off like I was just using him for balance, like this dude is so beneath me he's like furniture.
I felt so warm and fuzzy inside after this ride that I signed up for a (sort of) local road race, the San Ardo RR. The options were either the University RR, which is reportedly "steep as fuck," and the San Ardo, which (only) has about 900 feet of climbing. Look up San Ardo on Google Maps, by the way-- totally the kind of place where if one horse goes missing, they are flat out of horses. Awesome, my kind of place. I hope it rains, even though in California it only rains on weekday nights.
In other, somewhat related news, I am now mostly employed, working as an "Admin Asst." for one of Cru's friends. The "Asst." is short for ass-toucher, so needless to say I am rising through the ranks. Tomorrow I have an appointment to talk to a guy about some computer help at his... bicycle-themed establishment, despite past oaths to the contrary, so maybe I will continue my wild employee-discountin' ways after all.
Post script, the post title is because I am racing under team "Skunk Ape," Southern Pride etc.
Excelsior!
