If Jack helped you off a bike...

I'm well overdue for the Woolastook 5 race report. The trails were in great shape. If your front tire hit leaf on the single track, you were no longer on the singletrack. There were no elongated climbs, but more tough little singletrack grunts that became 'hike a bike's' for most during the later laps of the 5 hour race. There were very few spots to coast or spin, it was work getting around. The weather was cool for the volunteers and perfect for the cyclists, that paired with bone dry trails, made for an quite an entrance for the 2009 race season. Well, done girls! It must have been record turn out for the F class racers. Woolastook trails never looked so good. It was everything I expected (I would say "and more!", but I failed to get a draw prize. Not even a pair of ladies cycling socks. So, it was not more.) Even without a bottle cage being given to me I was handed my ass (in almost the same condition it was taken in) by Don(2nd) and Chris(1st), and a third place trophy for the SS cat. Well, done boys. The trophy's this year where of the quaffable, speech slurring variety from the private cellar of o9 man.

Here are the Woolastook 5 results.

I believe, the next Maritime MTB event of interest will be the Summer Solstice/NS provincials.

I can safely say that this poster sucks. Yawwwwwn.
Is this an undersell/over deliver marketing technique or something.

If you really got your shit together (which I do not) you'll be heading to the 24hr Summer Solstice that Chico Racing is putting on. I didn't make the attendance cut off for registration, which evidently goes very quickly. Next year, next year.

The fore mentioned Don Ricker had a nasty spill at the Halifax Crits this past week and got pretty messed up. Don has been prominent figure in the cycling scene around here. It was Don and his 69er that inspired me to get on the SS party wagon, and I'm sure he inspires others on the regular with his contribution to cycling and racing in and around Moncton, NB. I didn't say 'numerous contributions', because he's only made one. One constant, unending contribution that has lasted years and will go on for years to come, I dare say. He's sure to make a full recovery and here's to hoping it's speedy one. Just relax and let the morphine lead for this dance, Don.

The big domestic move that has now reached the stage of boxes strewn about recognizable rooms in the new digs

Unable to afford professionals, we did the move ourselves with a rental.

After 3 brutal days of packing, moving and cleaning I have this reflection: Who the hell takes the last roll of TP before they move. You know, that half roll the is on the wall already. What kind of goomba takes it with them when they move (not to mention, all of the stoppers are missing for all the drains. WTF!) This is ignorance that borders on Malice... 10,9,8,7,6...*sigh* Anyway, Miss Lucky and I are downtown now, and I must say I feel the urban karma gods are happy. Even Escape from the Red Planet has settled down bit after a string of punctured tubulars. 3 of them in as many collective hours of riding. I know! Of all the rotten, stinking, no good... 10,9,8,7,6...*wheeeeeew* Stay tuned for my patching 'sew-ups' tutorial.

I nicked this from the Boner Party. That guy's got his finger on the pulse.

Chivalry is not dead as demonstrated here by the cyclist.

I know what your thinking; That's a nice jacket!

The recent Critical Mass in Moncton was a great success from all the reports I've gotten. 85 cyclist turned out for a very tasteful and respectful cruise along the byways of the muddy river city. I can't find many pictures, though. This guy's got some.

I haven't got any internettes for my new home yet and I'm doing this illegally from work. I don't know when our next communique will be, but until then, keep your primary mission objectives: Ride.