Snake Alley

tPod and I made the trip to Burlington on Friday night. We hooked up with aPod, Sam I Am and his wife and scored some grub at Martini’s. Burlington is a pretty unlikely kind of town for a place like Martini’s. It’s always been a kind of pricey place, but the food is really good and the view of the Mississippi River is amazing. This time around, it was still pricy, it was still really good, however they changed the menu around a little and kind of screwed things up. To give you an example, I paid $8 for an average sized pile of mashed potatoes, their cost was probably less than a $1? They were some damn good potatoes, but not $8 / pile good! With pricing like that, we’ll see if they're still around next year…

Woke up the next morning and hit a downtown coffee shop for some black gold, then drove up to Hy-Vee for my usual pre-road race breakfast of bacon, eggs, pancakes, bacon and then some more bacon. Drove back down to the race course, suited up and began my warm-up. I’ve been focusing a lot more on building a bigger base this spring and a little less on sharpening my peak. I plan to focus more on my high end towards the latter part of the season. I’ve done a lot fewer LT workouts this spring than I’ve done in years past, so I had no idea what to expect from myself today. Both the 40+ and 30+ races will last about 30 minutes each, and both are nothing but zone 5+ for the entire race.


The entrance to the pain cave



Serpentine


40+
We lined up for the start at 11:30 and I did a quick scan to see who the main antagonists would be. Once I saw that Jim Cochran was there, that was all that I needed to know. He’s one of the most savvy road racers out there and if you stick to his wheel, you’ll usually finish near the front. The race started and as I typically do at the start of anything on concrete, I faded towards the back to avoid any potential altercations at the base of the Snake. I prefer to start slowly, rather than go all out to get the hole-shot. I seem to have a little more punch near the end of short races like this when I am tranquil at the start.
Throughout the first half of the race, I dangled near the back. After a couple of laps, I began to realize that I had good legs. So I upped the pace going up the Snake and gradually began to pick off racers one or two at a time. I think I finally reached the lead group at about lap 4. Cochran accelerated off the front while going up the Snake and I was about 4th or 5th wheel at the time. This was reminiscent of a couple of years ago when I was in the same scenario during the Cat 3 race. Cochran took off up the Snake, I was 4 or 5 wheels back and couldn’t respond due to the narrow, twisting nature of the Snake. He stayed away and won the race, I came in 2nd a good distance back.
We got to the top of the Snake and Cochran had a small gap on the group. We rolled through the start / finish line with Cochran still off the front. We hit the Snake again and I punched it all the way to the top and managed to reel Cochran in. We had a small gap on the remainder of the field and as we hit the bottom of the decent, I looked at Jim and asked if he wanted to make our gap stick. I don’t remember his response, but he seemed interested. We hit the Snake together and I took the lead going up. Once at the top I noticed that I had a small gap on him. We still had 6 laps to go and I wasn’t real keen on flying solo for 6 laps if I chose to give it a go. As I got to the bottom of the decent, I still had a pretty good gap, so I punched it again going up the Snake and the gap kept increasing. I ended up winning the race, not sure what the margin was and I didn’t really care. I was pretty stoked to bag a win at Snake Alley, as it’s one of the biggest bike races in Iowa!


Bringin' home the bacon



Hangin' out on the podium


30+
I had a few hours after the 40+ race, so I inhaled a recovery drink and did nothing but ride around at an active recovery pace until the 1:40 start of the 30+ race. I did a couple of spirited efforts up the Snake to get legs back into the swing of things and lined up for the start. Once again I did a quick scan of the field and noticed that about half the field consisted of Mercy – Specialized cats. The last guy to roll up to the start was Dewey Dickey… yeah baby, this one was really going to hurt!
The race started and once again, I was at the back going up the Snake. I got stuck behind a couple of slower riders and was almost immediately gapped off of the lead group. I spent to first 6 or 7 laps chasing back on and it seemed like I was getting nowhere. I could see the lead group the entire time, but I couldn’t seem to make any progress in closing down the gap.
Shortly thereafter, the size of the lead group began to decrease and as riders dropped off the back, I picked them off one by one. Diesel Dave had situated himself about midway up the Snake in such a way the he was pretty much in my field of vision for each ascent. He did a stellar job in keeping me informed of the time gap between myself and the lead group. It seemed to hover around the 20 second mark for most of the first half of the race. As I began picking of the remnants of the lead group, the gap to the leaders began to slowly decrease. At about lap 9, I had finally caught on to the tail end of the lead group about midway up the Snake. That was also about the time that Dewey launched an attack that pretty much splintered what was left of the lead group. I was still near the end of the group and was unable to respond. I did manage to work my way up to 3rd place once I crested the top of the Snake. About halfway down the descent, the course workers were yelling ‘man down’. As I began to round a screaming fast left turn. I noticed the cat that was in 2nd was lying on the ground next to the outside curb. It didn’t look good either, hope the guy is OK…
So all of a sudden I’m in 2nd place with about 2 or 3 laps to go. I had a string of 4 or 5 others firmly attached to my wheel. I was working pretty hard in an attempt to bring Dewey back and was getting no help at all from the cats on my wheel. With about two laps to go, I pretty much turned myself inside-out going up the Snake, hoping to sever whatever it was that had the group behind me attached to my wheel. Diesel continued with the splits, 10 seconds to Dewey. I had managed to gap off the small group behind me by the time I hit the top of the Snake and continued my pursuit of Dewey.
On the last lap, as I hit the bottom of the Snake, I could see that Dewey was about halfway up. I continued up at an all out effort. It’s a good thing that I was wearing some dark glasses, because I’m pretty sure that my cross-eyed, cookie monster appearance would have scared some people, especially the kids. I hit the top, shoved it into my big ring as quickly as I could and drilled it all the way to the finish line. As I approached the finish, I could see that Dewey looked pretty secure in that had a big enough gap that he could sit up. This motivated me to continue my effort until I crossed the finish line. Dewey managed to hold me off and I ended up finishing in 2nd, a couple of seconds behind.
If I had been near the front when Dewey attacked, who knows what the outcome would have been. For all that I know he most likely had enough left in his tank, that even if I had positioned myself a little better he would have still left me in his wake… He did end up winning the P/1/2 race later that day, so I’m pretty sure that he put in just enough effort during the 30+ race to get the win and get in a good warm-up for the P/1/2 race. Despite that and all of the pain, I had an absolute blast during the race. I felt like I was racing in my hometown, with all of the people yelling and cheering me on. That was a huge motivator for me and most likely helped me push myself deeper into the pain cave than I would have otherwise. I owe a huge thanks to everyone that was pulling for me, it was truly an awesome experience!

Both races ended up lasting about 30 minutes each and my average HR for the 40+ race was 178. My average for the 30+ race was 176. So, in addition to exceeding my expectations for both races, I got two great LT workouts in!
My weapon of choice was my Orbea Orca, which was simply amazing going up the Snake. I could feel the bike almost squirting out from underneath me with every pedal stroke! It is by far, the most responsive bike that I’ve ever had the privilege to ride. When descending, cornering speeds in excess of 30 mph were not uncommon and I felt 100% comfortable every time down the descent, in or out of traffic. I felt like I could place the bike anywhere that I wanted while going through each corner. Truly an amazing bike!

A couple of shouts out to:
- Loran Storts – first ever criterium + 3rd place = stud.
- Cat 4’s (soon to be 3’s) Kelli Mente, Ana Nelson, Dee Mable, Emily Schaapveld, Kristin Gallagher, Kim Hopkins, Maria Ruhtenberg, Chris Maravelas for representing DSM well. I think there were more women from DSM at Snake Alley then men!
- Jane Reissen for a good showing in a very tough, very stacked women’s 1/2/3 field.

Next up is IMBCS #3 / Psycowpath #3 this Saturday over in Council-tucky, IA at Manawa State Park. I’m looking forward to getting back on the dirt where I belong, so stay tuned, same bat time, same bat channel!

Thanks for reading,

CK

6 Hours of Platte River

Photo courtesy of John Peterson


Once again, I arrived at the race course with about 45 minutes to spare. Just enough time to get registered, dressed and to the start line with no warm-up. I gotta knock that off, running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, trying to get ready for a race… kinda stupid eh? I thought that I left early enough, but I’d forgotten how long it took to get to Platte River. The nice thing about 6 hour races is that a good warm-up isn’t nearly as crucial as it is in a normal XC race.
The race started with a Le Mans style start and I was 3rd or 4th to my bike. As we made our way up the hill, I tucked in behind MG and JP with intent on following either of those two, or Darin Schlake for at least the first three hours of the race. All three of them live here and JP practically built the trails that we were riding on. Platte River is the type of course where course knowledge is pretty key for success due to the technical nature of the course. I’ve never won anything at Platte largely because of my lack of knowing the course.
About midway through lap one, Darin caught up to us, and for the first three hours, either Darin, MG or JP led the way. I had an absolute blast following them! It was some of the most fun that I can remember ever having on a mountain bike. The course has a lot of sections that flow like a rollercoaster, especially if you know the lines and can carry your momentum. The trail conditions were pretty close to perfect and the weather was equally as nice.
The pace for the first three hours was mostly a comfortable zone 2, with some zone 3 efforts through some of the more technical sections. About two hours into the race, MG decided to drop off the pace a little knowing that we still had four hours to go. Whenever JP would take the lead, he would drill it up the hills, XC style. I remember thinking that if he kept that up, all of those ATP demands would begin to catch up to him later.
At about the three hour mark, Darin was leading right before a pretty rough downhill section. He motioned for somebody else to lead because his hands were blistering pretty badly and didn’t want to hold us up. I took over the lead for the first time and decided that it was probably time to turn the screws a little to test JP. I kicked the effort up into zone 3 and sensed that it might create a little separation. We rolled through the rock garden and I noticed that I was starting to open a small gap. I kept the pressure on and it looked like it was going to stick.
After about 40 minutes of zone 3, I had a big enough gap that I couldn’t see anybody behind me on any portion of the course where it doubled back. I dropped the effort back down to zone 2 and put it cruise control. At about the four hour mark, I could tell that I had some pretty wicked blisters developing on my hands and my feet were starting to get hot spots with a little numbness for good measure. I think that I had my shoes on a little too tight, they were also new and not fully broken in. Throughout the last two hours, I had to constantly change the position of my hands on the grips a little to keep the pressure off of my blistering palms. I loosened my shoes a little and I also had to adjust how I applied pressure to the pedals to preserve my ailing feet. Everything else felt great! My legs felt really good, my upper body didn’t feel quite as good as my legs, but it wasn’t to the point where it was the limiter.


Ouch



I rolled through the finish chute at the end of my 12th lap and the clock read 5:59:15. I could have gone out for one more lap or I could opt to pull the plug knowing that my lead was big enough that victory was mine. I made the obvious choice and called it a day. MG’s decision to back it off early on paid off, he rolled through in 2nd place about 20+ minutes behind me. JP brought home 3rd. Darin ended up dropping out because of blisters on his hands.
My cool down consisted of riding over to my car and devouring my recovery beverage. I couldn’t get my shoes and gloves off soon enough. I did kind of take my time in pulling off my gloves as I wasn’t all that anxious to see how much skin I’d managed to strip off of my hands. I pulled them off and discovered two giant blisters on each hand. Aside from the bliters, I had a pretty awesome day!
A huge thanks goes out to the folks that made the race happen, CycleWorks did a great job with the organization. THOR (Trails Have Our Respect) are largely responsible for the awesome network of trails at Platte River State Park. Without folks like THOR (and CITA in Des Moines), we wouldn’t have sweet places to ride our mountain bikes.
My weapon of choice was the Orbea Oiz Carbon and she worked flawlessly! I’m finally starting to get the front and rear suspension dialed in to my liking. After a long enduro grind on the mtn bike, my lower back usually takes a pretty severe beating. After I finished my last lap, I dismounted and slowly stood up straight like a 120 year old man in anticipation of having to immediately bend back over due to a sore, fatigued back. Once I straightened myself out, I realized that my back actually felt pretty good! I also decided to further my testing of tubeless tires by running 30 psi in both wheels. I’ve never run anything below 40 psi before, so I was a little concerned about possibly rolling the tire off of the rim through some of the smokin’ fast tight corners that Platte River is notorious for. The tires performed flawlessly and I was able to fly through a lot of the high speed corners like I was on rails.
I also wore a pair of Oakley Flak Jackets with permisson lenses. The lens is by the coolest that I’ve worn thus far. The lens gradually changes the level of tint when I transition from shade to sunlight. I can tell that it works, however it’s a subtle enough change that it’s barely noticeable. I also wore a pair of the new Louis Garneau Carbon T-Flex mountain bike shoes. It’s a very comfortable, light weight shoe with a carbon sole. They were great over the first four hours and will only get better once I actually get them broken in.
I downloaded my heart rate data and spent about 2 minutes in zone 4, about an hour in zone 3 with the remainder of the race in zone 2. I think that’s pretty close to ideal for me in a 6 hour race because I felt great physiologically. I just need to get the hand and foot thing dialed in and I’ll be golden!

Next up is the Snake Alley Criterium and possibly the Muscatine Crit. I’m planning to do the 40+ and possibly the 30+ for the Snake. I’m not sure what I’m doing for Muscatine yet. I might opt to do a long road ride instead.

Thanks for reading,

CK

Ingawanis Pix

Some photos that Carl Buchanananananan took at Ingawanis.

WWJ - Pre-Endo





Cully Todd - Idaho bound... Don't be surprised if I show up on your doorstep, lookin' for a place to crash while you take me out and rip my legs off on some of the local tread!





My brutha Jim Logan railin' a corner. Check out the buff tread, the entire course was like that.





Check me out lookin' all cock-eyed rolling through the rock garden.





Christmas came early from my bro Oakley Rob!

Oakley Rob is once again one of my biggest supporters this season and he hooked me up with a new pair of Flak Jackets. The frame fits me like a glove. Once I put them on my head, they stay put and I never have to mess with them during a ride or race. The other huge feature is the lense technology. The pair that I have came with Permisson lenses, which gradually change tint when the lighting changes. The lense is also coated with something called 'Hydrophobic'. It's basically a coating that prevents water, sweat, snot and Gatorade from leaving streaks and sheens that can compromise vision. All important features when your flying down a trail littered with trees, rocks, lions, tigers and bears.

Oh yeah, no 6 hour race for me today. Rain was heading in that direction and I don't really feel like racing in the mud, especially when the race isn't among my top priorities. Next weekend is another marathon race over at Platte River State Park in Nebraska. Hopefully the #$^@! rain will hold off!

Thanks for reading,

CK

Ingawanis

It’s so good to be back on the dirt! The Monsoon season has made it kinda rough on planet dirt lately. The Psycowpath race at Swanson ended up getting postponed to Sunday, so I had to decide which race to do. I love doing both races, both courses are a lot of fun, but I had to choose the Camp Ingawanis race as I am the ringleader for the three ring circus that we call the IMBCS.
Lebadebadoo showed up in my driveway with his minivan at a little after 6. We threw all of my junk in his van and hit the road. Some of the newer minivans out there make for pretty sweet road trip vehicles to bike races. Lot’s of room, they’re comfortable, etc., however for me to own one would definitely lessen my marketability in the market for a lady friend. I need all of the help that I can get, so no minivan for me.
Waverly is a pretty cool little town, lot’s of character, it’s clean, the Cedar River is very picturesque with no homeless camps along its’ banks. I don’t think that I could live there as I’m used to the ‘big city’ life of Des Moines. We arrived at Camp Ingawanis a little over two hours before race time so I was able to finally relax and take my time in getting ready to rage.
The race course at Ingawanis is typically around 9 or so miles, however due to the effects of this seasons monsoons, a lot of the low lying areas had a lot standing water. This years course ended up being around 4.5 – 5 miles. Casey Dean and Jeremy Bidwell did a phenomenal job in putting together a very challenging, awesome course! I’m guessing that at least half the trail was brand spanking new singletrack and what better way to get new trail broken in, than to hold a race on it.
I had enough time to get two recon laps in, which I definitely needed. During the first lap, I could tell that it had been a few weeks since I had been on my mountain bike! After bouncing myself off of several trees, I finally got myself back into the groove during my second recon lap and I felt like I was ready to rock ‘n roll.
We lined up for the start and the competition looked pretty good, Cully Todd would be my main antagonist. He told me that he and his wife are moving to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. That really bummed me out, I really enjoy racing against him. He’s a really cool cat and he’s gonna be missed around these parts. WWJ and Ben Shockey were also going to help further the suffering.
The race started and I took off like a madman. I wanted to be the first into the singletrack and try to open a gap ASAP with the hopes of settling into a more comfortable pace by the end of the first of five laps. I made it to the top of the hill and into the singletrack first, followed by Cully. Not sure who was on Cully’s wheel. I was still in the lead and pushing hard going up the first major climb, which was a brand new section of trail with several switchbacks. I hit the third switchback with Cully firmly attached to my wheel. For whatever reason, as I was coming out of the switchback, I stalled out and fell over! As I write this, I still have no idea what had caused it. Cully just about ran me over me, I told him he should have for making such a boneheaded mistake, even though I had no idea what I did. I picked myself up off the ground and ran the rest of the way up the hill and managed to keep myself in 2nd.
Shortly thereafter, I caught back up to Cully and retook the lead. I kept the throttle as wide open as my old body would allow and slowly managed to open a gap throughout the first lap. By the end of lap one I think that I had about a 20 second lead and it gradually increased over the remainder of the race. I ran into a lot of lapped traffic throughout and as usual, never had any real issues with anybody. It never ceases to amaze me at how well all of the racers in the Iowa and Nebraska series understand and execute good racer etiquette!
I ended up winning the race by about 4 minutes, Cully came in 2nd followed by Ben Shockey another 4 minutes back. Both Cully and Ben were on singlespeeds. A lot of people think that a singlespeed is somewhat of a handicap. I don’t think it is as much of a handicap for a couple of reasons, you don’t have to mess around with gears. If you choose the right gear, then most, if not all of a course will still be rideable. There is also a significant decrease in the weight of the bike, which not only makes it easier going uphill, but the bike itself is a lot more nimble when going through tight, technical sections. It’s a lot easier to ‘throw’ the bike around while riding. Guys like Cully and Ben are among the best of bike handlers and singlespeeds suit them really well. They both rode a great race!
For all of the techy geeky mountain bikers, my average heart rate for the race was a relatively low 164. My first lap average was 171 and it dropped steadily as the race progressed. My last lap average was 159. Last season I averaged in the 170’s for most of my races and in 2006, I remember averaging 181 for one of my races! I do know that as a person ages, they can expect their heart rate to decrease, so I must be at that age. I still feel young and I still plan to behave like I’m 30 so all is still good!
Equipment… my weapon of choice for the weekend was the Orbea Oiz Carbon. My opinion of this bike keeps getting better and better. This was the first time that I had raced it on a hilly course, and she scurried up the hills like a mountain goat, especially with the front and rear ends locked out. It was also my first chance to race in my new mtb shoes from Louis Garneau, the Carbon T-Flex. The leather uppers on the shoe are very durable, definitely built to handle the rugged conditions encountered in mountain bike racing. It has a carbon sole that is constructed such the toe area has some flexibility, which worked really well on the run-up section of the course.
Next up is the 3/6 hour race up at Seven Oaks. Sea Biscuit is pretty adamant that it’s going to be a pretty low-key event, but if the weather and the trail conditions are good, I think that he’ll be surprised at the turn out. I know a few cats from Nebraska that are thinking pretty seriously about coming over. There’s nothing else going on that weekend and it’s always worth the trip for a race at Seven Oaks, so I expect the turn out to be pretty good. I’m planning to do the 6 hour race as I’m a glutton for the brutality that comes with riding a mountain bike for 6 straight hours.

Thanks for reading,

CK

Road Rage

I enjoy road racing, especially with the P/1/2’s, but racin’ on my mountain bike is so much more fun! One thing that I’ve definitely noticed in racing with the P/1/2’s is that I feel the likelihood of my body skidding across the pavement is considerably less than it was when racing with the 3’s. I’ve had a few close calls in the P/1/2’s this year, but was pleasantly surprised at how much better P/1/2’s are at handling their bikes in precarious situations.


Kennan sure loves her goofy, ball headed uncle!




My plan for the weekend was to drive to Iowa City, do the road race, continue to the Quad Cities to celebrate my little niece’s first birthday. Then head back to Iowa City and do the crit. As I was cruising down the freeway, I was passed by tPod and JJ. I noticed them at the last minute as they were kind of a blur, they must have been pushin’ about 120 mph in line with a bunch of other cars. They kept right on going as I don’t think my Jeep is capable of going quite as fast as they were. About 20 miles later, I see tPod’s truck on the side of an off ramp. He and JJ are standing at the front and rear of his truck with their winkers hangin’ out taking a nature break. I kept on going and they eventually caught back up to me. We caravanned the rest of the way and arrived at the venue about 30 minutes before the start.
I got registered and dressed with about 2 minutes to spare before the start. The ref blew the whistle and the pace out of the gate was absolutely crazy. The first stretch was a cross wind, and within minutes my HR had soared into the 170’s. I started drifting towards the back of the 60+/- racers and was OTB. We hit the tailwind and I about blew myself up trying to catch the tail end of the main group. I finally caught back on just before we turned right into another short cross wind. Not exactly the best way to start a road race. I had to turn myself inside out a few times to catch up.
At the end of lap one, we turned right into the same section of cross wind that sent me OTB on the first lap. Guess what? I was near the tail end of the group and got my stupid arse OTB again! I hit the tailwind section again and started a frantic, cross-eyed chase once again. About five of us regrouped and continued to chase the main group. Once again, I put myself into to bowels of the pain cave to catch back up to the main group. Our group of five eventually caught back up to the main group about ¾ of the way through lap two… just in time to hit the cross wind and potentially go OTB once again.
Not this time, when we caught the main group I continued up near the front of the group and stayed there. We started lap three and it was much easier being near the front. About midway through the tailwind section, my crossed-eyes finally straightened themselves out and I could feel myself beginning to breathe normally again. By this time, a break away of four or five had gotten away and they were gradually increasing their gap. When we were riding into the headwind section on lap 4, one of the cats on the Bianchi – GP team asked if I wanted to help chase the break away down. I took a look around and saw Grand Master Lou and tPod. Even though my mental capacities were partially incapacitated due to the blurring effects of LT in my cranial cavity, I was able to recognize that Rassy’s had no presence in the break. So myself, tPod, two Bianchi GP guys and one other dude traded pulls at the front and we eventually reeled in the break away with one lap to go.
We started the last lap and the attrition was such that there were about 30 or so cat’s that had survived the slaughter. A couple of guys took flyers off the front that were reeled back in. We hit the headwind section and it was evident that it was going to be about a 20 man field sprint. As we approached the finish line, it seemed inevitable that some carnage was going to occur. I was perfectly content to sit back and enjoy my front row seat view of the action! The first man jumped and all hell broke loose, Grand Master Lou got boxed in by a couple of Trek – Midwest guys that decided to sit up in the middle of the pack sprint. I could see everybody around him slamming on their brakes. One dude on the Nova team rode into the ditch and did a superman over his handle bars. I’m not sure who won, don’t really care. I was just happy to finish!
The next day, I drove back over to Iowa City and during the drive I went back and forth as to whether or not I would do the crit. I decided that if I got there soon enough, I’d do the 40+ race. I arrived about ten minutes before the start… too late. I stuck around and shot the breeze with my fellow cycling brethren and over the course of two hours, managed to talk myself out of doing the P/1/2 race. I was at the end of a recovery week, so I used that as my excuse. I didn’t really feel like doing it anyway and if my head isn’t into it, experience has told me that it’s best to stay away if you’re not feeling the love.
My main objective in doing these crazy roadie events is to get some good quality training in and finish with the main group while keeping it rubber side down. If the opportunity to help Grand Master Lou get a good finish safely presents itself, I’ll gladly help out. I got an awesome workout in and managed to keep myself off the floor… mission accomplished.


A quick word about my equipment. The Orca… the more I ride it, the more I love it. Race weight is right at 16 lbs, which is a huge help in how responsive it is. The stiffness of the frame also contributes to the responsiveness. I hit the throttle and the bike almost squirts out from under me! High speed cornering is like a thrill ride. The frame is so well balanced that I get no sensations of discomfort while flying around corners. I also got hooked up with a sweet pair of Louis Garneau CFS-150 shoes. I had to bake them in the oven at 150 for fifteen minutes and then wear them for another fifteen to get the custom fit. I decided, while baking them, that I would garnish them with a couple pair of my dirty cycling socks to further the custom-ness. Not sure about you, but it’s the first time that I’ve ever had to bake a pair of my shoes in the oven! After a few break-in rides, the shoes are the bomb! No hot spots, no sleepy feet, super light weight, comfortable and Grand Master Lou, the fashion king, told me that I’m starting to look like a true roadie. If I’m starting to look like a roadie, I can assure all of you that it is purely by accident.


Next up is the first dirty double of the season. Psycowpath #2 at Swanson, always a big race, on Saturday. Followed by IMBCS #2 at Camp Ingawanis on Sunday. Stay tuned for the 411 on both.

Thanks for reading,

CK