Can you feel it? As a cyclist it’s a pre-programmed part of our DNA, the very fiber with which our chamois is woven. Yep, it’s almost time to lurch the big hand on the clock forward by one hour! Those nocturnal creatures hidden in the deep dark recesses of basements and garages will all emerge, eyes shielded from the sun, carrying an armful of worn out tires, sanded to the threads by the dreaded trainer. Those unfortunate souls that are not independently wealthy, supported by parents or spouse, or hiding in academia will spring forth, delirious from too many sufferfest videos, eager to show off the pasty white sticks hardened by hours of spinning to bad disco music.
Suffering through the worst winter since Washington crossed the Potomac, I think we are all ready for a little sunburn.
The race season is upon us. For those of you who’ve been doing more training on your bike rather than working on your ability to quote the entire Phil Liggett vocabulary repertoire, come out to a low key event called Juanita Cuervo. The throwdown happens April 15th in Bethesda, TN. $5 to throw down and win some cash, I’ll also have some T-shirts and a special prize for the first person to find me and tell me what the hell Juanita Cuervo means!
Hit up http://ow.ly/i/4HXex for details