Munson Monday is back in full swing. Munson Monday is of course, not a race, but rather a display of naked aggression and chaos similar to the encierro de San Fermin. As Neal said to the crowd of 30 riders,”Okay flat bellies, get going, you know who you are.” I stood poised on the pedal, gunning for the last flat belly. I marked him and we were off, leaving the rest of the riders to enjoy a Munson promenade in the late spring air. I enjoy a stately procession now and then, but for me Munson Monday is a chance to run with the bulls and plumb the depths of my tank. I traded spots (got passed) by a kid on an 18 year-old bike that creaked like Granny’s rocker. I hung onto his wheel with the grip of death and clocked a personal best time of 32:55 for the 7.5 mile lap. You can click the title to see the stats if you are into that.
Crowded, sounds like. Bushy and I been leisurely pounding Thursdays into the dirt, doing the longer loop close to that time.
Robot Army is activated baby! Waiting for the call-up.
Disclaimer: my time is unknown but it felt like that, and I’m not really waiting for the call-up.
We don’t call up, we call out and your phone is ringing.
Your new nickname “The Hammer”
That sounds fun and I cannot believe you, Juancho, are posting stats! 🙂
That’s right, More data! Stat!
A few years back I got passed on a very challenging 15% climb thru rocks and loose chop by a ” a kid on an 18 year-old bike that creaked like Granny’s rocker”. I hung for as long as I could. He cleaned a pitch only the very best do… on a clunker with FLAT plastic pedals! Humiliating!
You guys need about 2000′ of vert in that loop. Now we be talking!!
…..charge it Caballero Perro!!