I don't seem to be getting any faster these days, but the Frigid Bits crowd sure does. These events are starting to look like horse races. Carlos yells "Go!" and, BAM, the pack takes off like it's bein' chased by a bunch of homosexual hillbillies with shotguns.
Chubby old slow dudes (well, OK, maybe I shouldn't be using the plural since I'm really just talking about me) get spit out the back so fast we barely get a look at the leaders' blinking tail lights until they lap us.
At least we all eat about the same speed, and Saturday was tailgate party night. We had a fire barrel, beer, chili, brats, beer, burgers, elk steak, beer, cookies, and reindeer sausage.
Did I mention beer?
What could look better than a bunch of mountain bikes parked in the snow next to a circle of people drinking beer around a fire?