Every town out there, including Birmingham, has their Tuesday Night Worlds. This is the non-race race where everyone comes out to prove they are The Man (or Woman). Whoever comes out on top gets to be the swinging dick of the local scene until next Tuesday.
The last time I did this ride was about 3 years ago and promised myself I would never do it again...sketchier than any downhill I have ever ridden on a mountain bike.
Boris send me a text while I was at work yesterday to let me know he was doing Tuesday Night Worlds. I figured I might as well, it had been a few days since I got a hard ride in. I was kitted out in my old cutoff Haband slacks and giant backpack full of commuting shit so I knew I would be able to intimidate some folks.
This ride had the same features of the last one I did with the exception of some lady calling me her hero, presumably because of the backpack:
-Fast as hell. Lots of time above 300 watts. Blah. My legs are tired today.
-Street laws were damned from the start. Many red lights ran, this makes me nervous.
-Weaving riders. Ride in a straight line? Never.
-I misjudged how far it was and got home later than I wanted.
So yeah, basically I suck at road riding and would really rather ride alone or with a couple other people. There is a reason I don't race road bikes...well I AM doing the Cheaha Challenge this weekend but that is hardly a race, per se.
The fact that it is not a race does not exclude it from my arbitrary system of goal making for rides. Let's see.
-Do it fixed and don't walk anything.
-Finish in 6 hours.
-Drink beer during the ride and not throw it up.
-Eat my entry fee in food afterwards.
After the Challenge I will hopefully have some good stories and pictures. Hope everyone's Tuesday Night Worlds was as awesome as mine.