NOBRAKES. (TRT)

Britt and I have officially formed a fixed gear team. After Team Tecate was forced into permanent hiatus, we have since re-emerged as a female powerhouse of fixed gear fury. I present to you, ladies and gentelmen... TEAM RED TIDE.

In other news, I'm racing my first alleycat tomorrow. I've put bullhorns on my bike and wrapped them with some nice squishy tape, which should alleviate some of the back issues I've been having with my old bars. The most scariest thing about all of this is... I'll be doing it with no brakes. Yes, you heard me. NOBRAKES. You see, I had a mini-lever on my bars reminiscent of a BMX brake (because it is one)... Owen kinda snapped that off by accident while switching out my bar yesterday, so because my new toe clips are oh-so snug and nice... they'll be my only method of stopping..... in a foreign town, on my first race, tomorrow.

I may be brilliant, but I sure am stupid.

So, I'm looking forward to racing. While I have no illusions of grandeur, my only goal is to actually FINISH said race. I don't think I'll have much of a problem with that, though I might come in dead last. Orlando is known for it's amazing checkpoints. Drink a shot of whiskey. Roll down a hill. Bob for mannequin heads... Things of that sort. Fun, fun. I guess the real feat will be if I can still race after a 2 hour car ride with Pamela Jean Tinnen. That girl knows how to ROADTRIP.

Still going on a ride tonight, as I haven't tried my new bars out for more than 2 miles, but I'm hoping I don't strain myself. I've been lucky so far with soreness and injuries (nothing that a hot shower couldn't fix) and I don't want to blow out a knee or hamstring just because I couldn't keep my ass off a bike seat for 24 hours. Like the jackass that I am...