Saturday night I stayed up until 3 am assembling my MTB again for Chequamegon MTB Race this Saturday. Yesterday I rode that very same bicycle to Lawrence and back via gravel roads. That was over 4 hours. Today I’m packing up and driving over to Kansas City to see a super secret, invitation only, showing of Banff Mountain Festival films they showed in Lawrence over the weekend. Courtesy of TradeWind Energy. The Lawrence two nights were sold out completely. Pretty cool.

Then Bill and I, plus Bromont, are heading North. I’m not sure if we’ll make it all the way to Cable today. We might stop in Minneapolis so it’s not another 3 am night.

I have no idea where my form is. Yesterday I wasn’t too bad. And I rode 80 miles on Saturday too, so it isn’t like I am totally rested. I was looking for a race to go to this weekend, but the only one I was interested in is the Nittany Cyclo-X and I didin’t have the form or desire right now to make that trip. So, training on MTB bikes only the next week. My butt is already sore from just 4 hours. It is going to hate me by next Sunday.

I made a pumpkin pie tonight. I figured everyone was saying how nice it is to be approaching fall and how cyclocross season has already started, so those are reasons to call pie season open. Not that I really need a reason for that. I love pie.

Bromont knows something is up when I pack his 7-11 food bag. He's ready for a road trip.

Trudi is at the Candian Bike Expo in Montreal today with George Hincapie and the BMC guys.

We went through Kansas City yesterday and watched most of the Banff Mountain Festival. I would of loved to have stayed and watched all of the films, but by 6 pm we had to take off. We still had 9 more hours to drive up to Cable. The drive went pretty good. Bill and I hit a pretty crazy lightening storm driving through Iowa. We stopped for java and didn’t really run out of juice until we were nearly to Hayward.

We were crawling into bed at 3:30 am. The temperature in the Kansas Garage was in the mid 50’s. And it was much colder than that outside. That was a 50 degree temperature change from when I rode on Sunday on gravel. It feels really cold. I brought some Smartwool socks and one warm jacket. Not enough.

Bromont was crazy and had to get outside and run at the crack of dawn. It’s now 11 am and I have only seen him maybe 10 minutes all morning. Anyway, when I dragged out of bed at 9:30 am, I dug out my pile jacket (that I’ll be wearing for the next week straight) and walked over to Dennis’ house. I stuck my hand into one of the pockets and there was an unfamiliar wad of something. I pull it out and it’s was a pile of money. I thought, “sweet”. It was big. I started flipping through the money, thinking it was a fortune, but it turned out to be only one dollar bills.

You could torture me for days and I could never come up with an explanation why I would have a wad of 41 one dollar bills in my pocket. It might of been left over from my pole dancing gig last winter. But if that was the case, there would of been some 5’s and 10’s in there too since I’m such a great dancer. Anyway, one of the best things about losing your mind are these small discoveries that will forever remain mysteries.