Greetings Team Seagal Tifosi! We may have deployed three soldiers in to the heat of WEMS battle this weekend for the Levis Trow WEMS race, but we also had 5 soldiers kicking ass and chewing bubble gum this past Thursday at the Castlewood Dirt Crits. Oh man, it was truly a pain train of TC Man Proportions. Last week was definitely a slip-sliding, Tokyo-drifting good time, while this week was equally as painful but less moisture on the ground.
The course was dry - almost dusty, and the racing was intense. The turns were hooked up. Someone lost a bottle near the bridge and never figured it out. The tube steaks were delicious, as was the wedding cake courtesy of Thrasher's wife.
I came to the line amongst a massive A class, looked around, and saw a bunch of intimidating jerks around me. Then I look to my rear, and see the one, the only Santa Boz making a sneaky appearance. But don't tell anyone - he's retired. This isn't a comeback. Anyway, the starting gun had us going Mark-Renshaw style for the gradual S-turns hole-funnel.
I must say that I've never seen so many people flat out of a Dirt Crit - left and right dudes were dropping out. Peat Henry beat lots of people, fresh off his sport-class win this past weekend down in Springfield. He's lucky that they don't test for beard-doping, because if they did, he'd be DQ'd faster than a helmet-less racer getting caught by Buddy pre-race.
Our very own Professor continues to impress everyone, and brought home a very close 2nd place to the infamous Eric Pirtle, in a epic battle to the line that was worthy of a greek epic! Nosed out by a wHeel. Gino had a much better start this week which put him in a more proper group with whom to be grappling for placement. I found the pace to be extremely high right off the bat, with no real chance to postpone the high efforts, so when the time came to trade blows, I had to just keep it on cruise control and tick off laps in no-man's land. It was good to see that Jame Nelson's foot is totally healed after his try to hand me a PBR last season and breaking it in the process - so he repays me by passing the shit out of me. Saying that "CFR had a strong finish this week!" would be like saying "Michelob Ultra is a satisfying and delicious beer for the discerning beer consumer."
Ms. Petrosevich crushed it today despite wearing hot cotton tube socks. Her partner in crime, Lawman, found a spot of bad luck with the handlebars and seatpost on his hybrid in the B Race, so he had to pull out like a Catholic, and try again in the C-race amidst cries from his loyal teammates of "Sandbagger!" All was good as we had fun times afterwards.
These Crits are growing in popularity/awesomeness as fast as this guy's waistline is growing in size:
In other news, stay tuned for news about the Chorbb Chorllenge. It is in the works, we swear.
-Casey F. Ryback
p.s. Not my photos here