RACE not a skin color

Well I had a nice start to my season in the town of Lago Vista. It renewed my passion to compete. The weather left a nice red tinge to my skin, needless to say, nice and warm. Along with the RDA dose of vitamin D, I also left with the sense of fellowship for my southern rivals. I love the fast, aggressive, racing that goes on south of the Red River. Hell, a wreck at 30mph hurts as bad as one at 50mph, so pick your poison.
Normally I would not be so cool with 2 top 20s in one weekend, but provided that I was not in the best form I can deal with it. I would like to blame my mechanical failure that impeded me for both days, but at the same time had I more race experience I could have used it to my advantage. The bottom line is that Ryan and I showed up to a race that we should have been shelled in and left with results.

EXCUSES

A friend of mine came in the shop today asking where are all of the trophies? I responded with the typical response a confused one would muster. He reminded me that I said 'I race to win.' What he didn't realize that I implied that I don't show up to races to quit, after all they are not test labs. Don't waste the number plate if you aren't there to compete.

Oklahoma City Thunder won a great game tonight. They saw this event as a competition that they wanted to win , not to test the waters of the NBA.

Thank you OKC Thunder for not wasting my evening by practicing.

Before I forget big shouts to Wooly Mammoth for showing up in such a fine kit and giving BAR the street cred it deserves, Specialized for admitting my derailleur braze-on is in the wrong place and sending me a new warranty frame, and Amon Armath for dead raising anthems while on the road.