I had an odd revelation this morning.
Over the weekend, I was part of a five-man team that race the "24 hours of adrenalin" series at
McDowell Mountain Park in the Phoenix, Arizona area.
Great fun, lots o' pain, but well worth it. Knew my rear wheel was getting ready to die when I lost
a spoke on the 4th lap around midnight, and verified it when I lost 5 more on the 5th lap around 4am
(this wasn't a course that was fun to ride with the rear brake disconnected).
Anyways, here I was hanging around the transition area chatting with another racer. I asked him if
it was his 4th or 5th lap, and he mentioned that it was only his third due to having to spend time
getting his nose packed to stop a persistent nose bleed he'd had since Friday.
So this morning I read that Keith Bontrager was at the race, but showed up late due to the time it
took to pack his nose. D'Oh... I didn't recognize him dressed up like an eskimo (it was almost down
to freezing that night, though I wore shorts and a long jersey). I've exchanged some emails with him
over the years and it would have been fun to "officially meet him".
The good news is, our teams each won our respective classes (his the 5-man 150-199 year (combined)
and mine the 5-man 200+ old farts category.
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