Dogwood

"that shits was hard." That was me after the race yesterday. It made an old guy laugh and he replied that sums it up right there.
John Bell and I left late Saturday night and drove to Marshfield or maybe Maysfield exit 100 on 44. The highlight of the night was in Cuba. We stopped to get gas. As John started pumping this women walks out and says she just prepaid 10$ on our pump. Sure enough click the gas stops pumping. John had to go inside and sort it all out. This all took place at shift change so there were people every where. The alarm was going off and the clerk couldn't get it to stop. Plus these people had no teeth. You know meth is hard on the body especially the teeth. John is still inside and this Mustang drives up the driver tries to pay for 5 cents of gas. You guessed it, no teeth or shoes. Well he starts to pump gas gets into his car and then drives off. Boom the pump ripped out of the car. I had my back to him as this happened. It scared the shit out me. I though that someone had been shot. John and I got out of there as quick as we could. We were awfully wound up after all of that and ended up driving a long way.

The race was hard. I was dropped early and rode with a group for a long time. Some choad from Ghisallo attacked our group. We were over 5min back and he shredded the group apart. This is not the first time I have taken issue with Ghisallo's tactics. I don't know who is telling these guys how to ride and race but they are pissing me off.

I finished 31 and was not happy or in very good shape. But after looking at the numbers I am very pleased with the efforts. Those guys down in southern Missouri are strong and fast. Next week is Hillsboro. We shall see.