We generally meet the day after a race, always on non race weekends, and occasionally during the week. It’s really about working out the bugs, testing new tyres, or just burning a hot-lap to gain some confidence. The joking pace towards the trail head is welcome straight out of bed but as soon as we hit dirt the Dr Jekyll Mr. Hyde transition takes over.
As the previous leader pulls through the pits the next burms into pull. Clockwork as the short fast laps tick over before retreating to the bagel shop. Rarely do I pass up a cinnamon crunch or two. Lately its been the souffle’s that have my attention. Timing is everything when breakfast hunting. Get there early and the good stuff is gone, to late and it’s already old. Yesterday I could feel the warmth of my bagels in my jersey pocket as I headed to the shop. That’s living.
