Barely made it down to the stage start in time fighting crazy DC
traffic. It dumped buckets beforehand making the trail like Adams
morgan barfloor. Wet, slippery, and sketchy. I redlined it to start
and payed for it with out of control riding and spectating people go
by me. 2 miles up means 2 miles down. More of the same but coming at
you faster! Crashed hard at the bottom and donated a little skin and
blood to the trail gods.
A solid effort means I finished in last place capturing the coveted
dfl jersey! An honest to goodness jersey I have to wear, and fight
for, and will do my best to slum it hardcore so I can hang on to it!
Yeahghh, big mtb stage tomorrow with more big downhills!
Giddyup!
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