Wednesday, 28 May
Last night was "up the escape route" at Pacific Raceways. It was Goldilocks weather: not too warm, not too cool, just about right for bike racing. And almost nobody showed up. There might have been fewer than 75 riders, all fields combined. Did that bright orb in the sky scare everyone away? The mild traffic? Or was it the whopping 75 feet of climbing every 2.5 miles? Really, that hill is so short, you can't even pretend like you did hill repeats when the evening is over. I did not see another woman racing in any of the categories. Is everyone saving their legs for Enumclaw? Come on, if I can get up the escape route three days after my 12-hour, 185-mile adventure, I really can't imagine very many legitimate excuses for not showing up last night. The apparent truth? You're afraid to race uphill. What a bunch of ______s!