So it came to my attention from a loyal reader that I wasn't clear enough that I had won this last weekend. Just to make it clear, I won. I not only won, but I crushed the spirits of all who tried to get between me and the finish. Plus, crossing the finish line the only other person that can be seen is a dog walker. Add in I showed off a finish line celebration that will make Alberto Contador change over from his pistelero gun gestures. I dominated like Lance at the Tour. It was shameful the way I destroyed the egos of all who dared to toe the line with a masterful artisan fat bike dominator like myself. All hail Charly, king of the "Get Fat with Pat" fatbike race.
There, was that clear enough? This is a picture of me crossing the finish line with a little style. We had about 1/2 mile of this road every lap.
|Picture viciously stolen from here.|
Proto is now injured. I found that my upper der pulley was badly cracked. It fell apart when I simply touched it. That could have been bad for Arrowhead. Pulleys should be here tonight. Then some more vroom vroom.