Aug 31, 2016 at 12:28 AM
I know I'm late to this but hell yeah. And boys (and girls) *this* is how a race report is to be written.twoyacks said:* Whitey takes 5th after escaping in an early break *
It was the best of times...it was the worst of times. The race started slow with a creepy little move drifting off the front...followed by a catch and all HELL BREAKING LOOSE !!! SHOTS FIRED SHOTS FIRED !!!!
Yacks goes catabolic, then cross eyed and almost goes pop...but I don't
When the smoke cleared, the break of unknown origin & size was off. Yacks can't see very well anymore but I could see something day-glow orange bobbing off towards the horizon
Switch fazers to "block"
I proceed to spend the next 8 laps patrolling the front...chasing bridge attempts and doing my best soft pedal routine at the front. Would have been nice to know my power #'s but the Lezyne computer (which PROMISED me it had 53% battery left) shut down around lap 3. Lately it has been adding phantom mileage, screwing up my watts when transferring files, switching to Kilometers, forcing me to resynch my power meter at start up and all around fucking with me...The Cateye goes back on the Spooky tomorrow...Bonsoir Lezyne...you "Super" suck
Still it was a beautiful night to race at Floyd
During the chase the Yacks came under verbal assault. Seems folks did not appreciate the fact that I weren't chasing my own teammate. This occurred around the time the break was gone for good and people be hating. A Mineola Bike guy said some very mean spirited things to Yacks such as; "You're under-geared" "Stay the fuck out of the race" "Go watch a bike race on t.v.".
Yacks said nothing...Then a 2nd guy chimed in...Yacks said nothing...Then a 3rd guy decided it would be smart to pile on...MISTAKE...Line crossed
I said some things at that moment that would make a pirate hooker blush
Between my salty verbiage...I explained to these chaps that...1. I would not be bullied 2. they were just disappointed to have missed the break
Now I could have stopped there...but I didn't...Yacks went all old curmudgeon and dropped this zinger on them, "Don't tell me how to race my bike...I was racing out here when you dicks were still at home shitting in your diapers".
All quiet on the Western front after that diatribe. A few laps later i did have someone ask me if I had a teammate up the road...when I said "yes"...I got a "great job" in response.
All that was left was to out sprint every shit bird who messed with me...which I did
I'll let people yell at me in a race...even insult me...but cross that line and...YOU'RE GONNA DIE CLOWN!
The gauntlet has been thrown.

























