Revenge

is a dish best served cold. And by the time I get mine...it'll have a funky film on the top of it, and will probably crawl off my plate under it's own power.

I was robbed last year at the Brad Lewis Memorial Crit in the U-District. On the back stretch I made an acceleration to break away from the pack instead of sprinting for the finish. And by all appearances, I had done so. However when I approached the finish line, a crafty little bugger by the name of Daniel came around me at the line to steal my victory away from me.

{Photo from Wheels in Focus}

I swore revenge. Mostly to myself, as no one actually heard me. And it's not like I've lost sleep over the whole thing...plotting a payback, working on my 'stink eye', or training really hard this winter to make sure it wouldn't happen again. Honestly, I hadn't even thought about it until a buddy brought it up the other day...huh...


Anyway...my vengeance will have to wait another year. And my fellow racers will have to wait for another weekend before I unleash the full furry of my winter training...



For this year I'm going to be in Colorado for the weekend. Painting and hiding Easter Eggs with my nephew. Maybe a little bowling with the family. A nice meal. You know, all the wholesome good family stuff.

{I don't know why they don't send me pictures of him with the Johnny Cash shirt I got him}

If you do find yourself out and about Easter morning...and you're in the vicinity of the U-District in Seattle, you should swing on by and watch some guys dressed up in spandex. Riding really really fast. And trying to avoid the inevitable carnage that is crit racing.