Spokes

Once again I found myself at the Compton criterium course. It is pretty sad that I know my way around the streets of Compton and Long Beach now. My three-month streak of heading up to this course is hopefully over after this Sunday. I will have the upgrade points I need after next weekend. This non-USAC Sanctioned race has fields packed up to 125 riders and simultaneous races that become a huge clustered mess in the end when they eventually overlap. The race directors there leave much to be desired. My packed race of 125 kept me fighting for the front most of the race. The corners were tight, but I felt more comfortable than in the past leaning into them at 30 mph two inches from riders on either side. Thank God the roads were dry. I saw a bunch of crazy stuff in this race from people punching each other to people leaning into each other in the corners. I still have a little ways to go before I am gunning it through the turns. The couple of times I pulled to the front, I was passed a

Once again, rain is in the forecast for this weekend. Once again a bike race in the forecast for this weekend. It seems like this is starting a trend. I'm not saying that I don't love rain, and I am not saying that I don't love racing, but two good things can lead to a bad combo. Hoping the roads dry out before Sunday where Julie and I will racing at the same venue for only the second time this season. May God command the winds to cease, and may the pavement stay dry in Compton on Sunday.

A new chapter.... While I have migrated my other blog site to its own resting place at http://weeklythoughtsblog.com/ , this is the new place for Mr. Tim Barr to personally call home. No deep religious thoughts to ponder here, just a bunch of random postings about seemingly random life events. The Journal I have titled so cleverly as 'Spokes'. Could it be any more obvious that I enjoy cycling and I have decided to name my own blog after my greatest hobby? Spokes are the events of life that hold the wheel together. There are no endings and no beginnings, but the wheel can't exist without the spokes. These are the stories about my spokes.