Skinny #1 Racing

So today I went on that team cross ride, that three people (including myself) showed up to. It was a lot of fun, I really enjoyed being out there on my cross bike practicing dismounts and running up hills, and bunnyhopping stuff. After about 15 mins of riding the course I decided I'd step it up a little...you know, try to go a little bit faster over the obstacles. Bad idea. The first set of barriers I came to was a log followed by a PVC barrier we had made. So here I come flying into this log (way too fast) and I'm like I'll dismount in just a second. That ended up being one second too late as I went flying into the log and crashed over it. I had gone forever without crashing, and I guess I was due for one...but it was on the cross bike, how wierd is that. I broke the housing on my rear derailleur, too. That was the worst part.

Today at dinner we had some cowboy buffet. We had ribs and steak fries and other suff that cowboys eat. Evan janked a ton of stuff from the cafeteria that night, including cowboy style salt and pepper shakers. I think he took a ton of handkercheifs, too.

We have a race in Boulder this Saturday, and the janking process has already begun. We're gonna have to step it up though if we want to be able to make it through all day Saturday without dorm food. That probably inlcudes ziploc bags of cereal and whole bags of bagels. How curious is it that Evan has his bag with him every time we enter the dining hall?