|This is what it looked like at an early 90's race, but without|
Tomac or Ned.
|The 600 nut-jobs from last year's Five-O.|
So, when sign up day for this year's Five-O came around, 7:00 am on April 1st, I was at the ready on my computer and by 7:06 I was entered in my 5th Five-O. And, by 11:30 am, all 600 spots were SOLD OUT! What the hell? Most of the time, I barely know what I'm gonna do next weekend, much less on a Sunday 5 months from now.
But wait, there's more. In addition to the Five-O, there are some new races on the scene here in the Black Hills. The first one is called the Black Hills Back 40, put on by super fast and nice guy, Phil Busching (yes, the same one that tortured me at my physical therapy) and others, which I'm planning on doing. In addition to that one, there was one more mega race put on the calendar for this year, the Tatanka 100, a new 100 miler that I am contemplating (this sucker is early'ish in the season, so being ready for a 100 miles might be tough, at least for me). In addition to all of this, I'm kicking around the thought of the 24 Hours of Moab, hopefully with Teamfubar intact or some other variant of it. So what the hell does all this mean? It means I'm back into being a mountain bike racer! How the fuck did that happen?
|I'm sure my face will look like this after most|
rides this year.