Last night I tried racing again, an "alley cat race", which is where you navigate finding your own way to various checkpoints throughout the city as fast as you can. The reason this interested me was that it was a women only race, and at night. I love doing rowdy strange things in the dark. What can I say? (Here is the tee shirt I got.)
I don't have any cool shots of me racing, so here is an *artist interpretation*. You can see some actual pics HERE, I am actually in about 5 of them.
The results aren't up yet, but I'm guessing we finished somewhere in the middle of over 300 entrants. I could never have done this race on my own. If you don't know your way around town you would be totally screwed in this race. Also, my bike was WAY clunkier than the others I saw. Most people were on very svelte looking bikes with skinny skinny tires. I also brought my pack for the back of mine stuffed with diet cokes, waters, food, a jacket etc etc that made it ever heavier. So I was working super hard to keep up.
There was a cool after party at a (bike) frame shop. They had kegs and a DJ and stuff. Ridiculously, right up until the end of the race, I pictured myself morphing into a new version of myself in this setting where no one knew me-- a version who would be wild and gregarious and bust moves in the pit and stay out super late. But alas. I was the same old introverted me, and left before the party even got into full swing, because I was physically wiped out, and drained from trying to be social for so many hours in a row, and, amid all the tatoo'd, fit, fabulous masses, I felt OLD. Awesome for having participated, but not comfortable shaking my ass with a bunch of 20- 30 year olds.
When I got home, Dan took pity on me and gave me a big massage. I slept in the next morning, and he made me a waffle. It's nice to have a *home team*.
So... what else have I been up to? There has been a tiny amount of pal-ing around with Trusty Pam, but not nearly so much as in the past because she has gone over to the dark side and become a full-blown roadie now. We get together when we can though.
There was a bit of swanning around this summer too.
I've been doing art at a sort of relaxed pace that I'm definitely picking up now.
I am still in love with how rust mixes with paint.
This is another shot from the state fair, of the sidewalk. To me this is beautiful.
I tried road riding once, but thought it was boring, and I still don't like the idea of riding on streets where half the idiots are on their cell phones.
The other day this guy came by when i was working outside at my shop. As I was admiring it, it began to, well, die... basically. I picked it up and it revived a bit and clung to my finger. At one point it seemed it's head wasn't fully attached anymore (which was rather disturbing), but it rallied again and sort of started cleaning itself or something. But it was obvious it was kind of shorting out. I moved it over onto some grass. By this time it wasn't grabbing anything anymore, so i kind of propped it on a few stems of grass. I thought if it was in its last moments, it would want to go in a nice peaceful setting, rather than in some giant alien's hand, probably freaking out.