a 'good' win -- so what's yours?
So I went out to eat lunch this Saturday. Out with in-laws. A tradition I do most Saturdays when I am in this part of the world. The huge language barrier gives me good cover to zone-out and do a couple of races before the food arrives. First up, multiple WR holder - Garret. Splendid..., where is my plumber when I need a warm-up race. So mellas straps on his useless helmet and bravely starts his cycle. He's been in this battle 61 times before and knows what to expect. It's Artic8. Does that matter? No. G will be out of view soon after anything even remotely technical appears, for example a bump or a ramp or a jump or a loop....absent those things, the race would be pretty competitive. And...they're off. G is out in front, now he's out of the scene...leaving mellas to concentrate on overcoming jetlag and keeping his helmet from even the slightest contact with anything or it's certain death. Halfway through the course mellas sees something unusual ahead, but perhaps it's a mirage. Oh it's real, G - the newly crowned WR holder of this very course - is now under mellas' tires. Wheels spinning furiously, but not able to move. mellas performs his, often misunderstood, dance over the top of G's burial site. The dance is meant to commemorate a fallen comrade, not to boast or humiliate. Then mellas was off to the finish line. To take that first 'W'. 1-61.