That Classy Model UN

This past week I rented an Ark to navigate around the streets and I didn't ride my bike to work on the first day of "Bike to Work Week." Damn, I hate the bus. Thanks to Joy Division pumping out of my ipod it was tolerable. It rained so hard for so long I felt I may just pull my own Ian move. Thankfully they were numerous obortunities to "wash" the flood away and "the feel like you wouldn't believe" even played at a house party. Vodka helps me listen to Matt.


Saturday day was fun. 9 hours of class and a sprint across the Northeastern Campus to the Model UN conference for which I am an advisor. All day Friday and Saturday, high school students from New England and beyond argued, discussed, wrote position papers, and voted on critical global issues. Conflict Diamonds, Immigration, Genocide, Arab-Isreali conflict. You now, stuff Bush doesn't know anything about. Kids were waging World Peace cuz we all know our government isn't going to do it.

Anyhoo. We didn't win any awards this time but we hooked a few bright freshmen.

Vive le revolucion

Working

I find it much easier to continue on when you are riding for someone else.
With 40 miles to go in 90 I knew I had nothing for the end but I kept pushing and made sure my teamates were in position coming into the last time up the hill. I buried myself a few times in the last 10 miles, working, knowing I would just roll off the back when we hit the climb. It felt good. Reminded me of working for Phil. If we can only teach these kids how to finish like we taught him, we'll be set.

And they will be stolen from us and turn PRO.
C'est la vie

Cranky

I should be cranky, but I'm not.
Racing this weekend was both fun and a promissing start to the season.
Saturday in Sturbridge we rode well and I tried to get away twice. Once it almost worked.
I even had a great plan for the finish as it was going to be a field sprint, but the break finished a few seconds ahead. I realized my crank had come loose after the race.
I inspected it and found no apparent problems....
Sunday, 40 miles into 80 I felt it was getting loose again. I waited for a slow down on the flats and got off to inspect. It was loose. Todd jumped out of the sram car and tightened that sucker up. I chased back alone but never made it as the pace in the pack was too high from constant attacking. I TT'd for 25 miles and rode in. We didn't get any results to speak of but we were all happy with our fitness. July is two months away.