Racin'!

It's time for to race tomorrow (well, seeing as how it's 12:02 as I write this, today actually). You know how I know? Because I'm packing my skinsuit and aero helmet in a bag. Because I spent 45 minutes cleaning, shaving and moisturizing my legs earlier today, that's why.

It's time for a 10 mile out and back time-trial. You know how I know? Because riders have been zipping all up and down Hill Road with clip on aerobars all week. Because every bike shop I go into is flooded with people paying lots of money to get their TT bikes serviced, and gobs more money to get their TT position adjusted by Tom Coleman, that's why.

It's time to spend $21.30 for a chance to win no prize money, on a boring course, where there won't be port-a-pottys, in the middle of nowhere, on a day when it will probably rain, as part of a series I can't even compete in because I've got bigger fish to fry come in April. You know why? Because that's exactly the way it was last year, that's why.

It's time for the George's Spring Series Race #1. You know how I know? Because it's been nearly a month since I last raced -- and I wouldn't care the course were over a bed of shattered glass, or if the entry fee was $50 and a kick in the groin, or if the I were the only competitor -- I'd still sign up -- I need a race, that's why.

It's time to race tomorrow. You know why? Because it's long overdue, that's why.