Another 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo is in the books, and as always, the folks over at Epic Rides put on one hell of an event. I represented DC the only way I know how. Obnoxiously.
If you have never been to this little piece of heaven in the desert, this is what you are missing:
It was a fantastic day on the bike. I set a personal lap record and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The support from all of the DC readers was amazing and it definitely got me through some rough spots. Thanks goes out to all of you. Thanks to the Gnome for trying to feed me that beer at 3am, to Uncle Pat and the Moustache riders for that bad ass t-shirt, to the random strangers yelling “GO DIRTY!” on Sunday morning, to Future for smacking me on the ass while he flew by in a spandex blur in a horrendous headwind, and to everybody else that fed me beers and high fives when it was all over. We are all one big family and we stick together. I can’t wait to see you all out at the Whiskey. That’s about all I got for this week. I hear a recovery pint calling my name. Keep it dirty.by