48 minutes of fun, fun, fun

The second round of the TNWCCS went of this evening without a hitch. This week was a bit more of a herky jerky affair. There were quite a few laps that were simply blistering and others that were positively slow. Of course, these slowdowns lead to the inevitable attacks that get thrown while there is a lull in the action. Nothing had a chance of getting away tonight though. There was just too much horsepower in the field. It is shocking to the system to jump from 19 mph to 33 mph in the course of 200 meters. That being said, it's definitely a quality field on most Tuesday nights around here.
The only problems are with ThePeanut and the kid who insists on coming out on his cross bike...with knobbies. I'm all for a big, jovial group and really don't want to hinder anyone's enjoyment, but sweet Jesus, you just can't turn on a 35c knobby tire. I was waiting to get swept a few times as we dove the bottom corner at 25+. It's stupidity and it endangers the bunch, period! Come out on the cross bike, but put some freaking road tires on the thing...please...! The life you save may be your own...cause if you take me down, I'm likely to break your head right on the spot.
ThePeanut is possibly the most dangerous person riding in this town. He's just strong enough to be in the way. He can go like hell when we're at 25 mph, but when the pace ramps to 30+, he's not even pack fill. Turning is a completely foreign idea as well. Don't hit your brakes, especially in mid-corner. At more than one point tonight, he sat up...in the middle of the group...at 28mph. If you are going to sit up, whether by choice or the fact that your legs just blew off, get out of the fucking line. The last time, Il Professore shot the gap and gave him the old hip rub. ThePeanut developed instant rigor mortis. The first rule of getting rubbed is to stay loose. That way you can absorb the rub. His claim of "20 years of racing" is quickly unraveling. Every week, something else happens that chips away at whatever narrow truth he's trying to sell us on. I saw two more pieces of evidence tonight. At this point, I can't tell if he's trying to convince us, or himself...

I had good placement through the last corner but got pushed into the gutter by cyclocross boy. I started my sprint late, but still managed a 5th. Not a bad finsh considering the company...