Reston was this past weekend and marked my first race on the new bike. Holy crap, what a difference. I'd already noticed how much "easier" it was to keep up on the team ride, not lose the group entirely on the Tuesday night hill ride, and my new-found ability to punch it on a flat. But during this race, I learned how much more fun cornering and sprinting are on a bike that's built for racing. Night & day from my old Giant (sorry buddy).
Bruce Buckley captured some amazingly cool shots during this race.
Kinda wish I had muscles like that in real life. Or, perhaps not. Then I'd look rather dude-like.
Unfortunately, Reston will be my last race for awhile. I'll be traveling/vacationing for pretty much every weekend in July. Beach, Nantucket and Brazil. No, I am not complaining. But I shall miss racing my bike.
In other news, corn rocks right now and I eat it once or twice a day. Becoming a bit of a problem.
