As If

So we’ve been doing this BMX thing this summer. Planned on taking it mellow and we ended up racing like 25 or so races. Little guy made the leap from Novice to Intermediate in no time. Meaning he was showing up and wrecking shop. He gets in intermediate and gets schooled for a while but keeps a good head about it. These days he’s back on top. We get the 4 year old racing and he’s having a blast with it. I end up getting in the mix and start to get that old competitive feeling again. I’ll be laying in bed and start to fantasize about hitting the national circuit “one more time.” Thinking about when little guy makes expert; I’ll be in a new older class and will have a shot at a good number. Why wouldn’t I think that as racing has gone from hanging on for dear life around the track to actually thinking that I’m kind of getting after it? Maybe train a little bit and be at that speed that everyone likes to think they were at 20 years ago. Ahhh creative memories. So the Washington State finals where last weekend. There were double point’s races on Friday and Saturday, then the finals on Sunday. Sunday was the big day, but the other two were warm ups so to speak. We braved the Seattle traffic and drove in 2 hours of traffic on Friday to go 50 miles and get our practice in, then race the double points. Milo was working it. His gates were killer, pumping the hell out of the rhythms, and finishing top 3. Me…I was getting out of the gate pretty damn good, if I do say so. Was keeping with the fast dudes in practice, and kind of feeling like I was going to have a good weekend. That is until my last practice before moto’s were posted. I’m over in lane 8 and look to my left and see a red pony tail coming out of a helmet. Upon further inspection I see a couple of big bumps on this person’s chest. Whatever right? “Riders ready, watch the lights!” Bam, gate drops and what the fuck??? The chick snaps me. I start digging in expecting to blow by her and she gets on the gas. First jump she’s got me. At the second jump, I’m still in second. WTF? Hit the first corner and off she goes. Instantly I shut it down, and start to look at my bike because something must be wrong with it. No way I just got beat by a chick. Especially a red head, with a rack. Come across the finish line and see one of my BMX bro’s and he’s like “what’s up?” I’m like “DUDE, I just got beat by a chick!” “Where?” “Over there, that chick with the red hair.” “Oh her? She’s AA pro, that’s Cassie.”

Whatever, the crushing blow to my man hood kept me out of the final. Or at least I like to think that. Check out the 36-40 year old main, that I didn’t make. Flying.