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I had a dream about the event on Sunday. I was waiting at the start line, Girl Lightning was there with me, then everything went black. Next thing I was haring down a polished wood corridor, sliding into the corners and desperately trying to make the start. This accomplished GL and I finally got up onto the course, I then discovered that A) My tyres were pumped up to 60+ PSI and B) I was rocking a pair of commuter type slick tyres. Then we were ascending a wide wet asphalt road, with other riders in the distance, I yelled at a couple of ladies crossing the road with prams that 'This was a race, goddammit" and then had to stop to deflate my tyres some. Next thing my tyres were nearly completely deflated and the nubbins on my valves had recessed completely into the body. Then I pryed the tyre of to discover that they were completely rammed full of old inner tubes, like ten in each one.

I woke up, came out into the pre dawn darkness, made coffee and honey on toast. Saw that the cat had vomited on the couch. Hello Wednesday!!

T minus 4 days. Legs feeling really strong and I think I'm riding well. Stomach is better, however I have a sneaking suspicion that Beer doesn't agree with me.

Covered an on call (overnight, at home with a phone and pager) at work on Monday night. I actually negotiated something, which I'm normally too timid to do, I heard my self say "I'll do it if I can have tomorrow off (Regardless of whether I get called or not)". My manager went for it, I didn't get called and got A) Paid to sleep and B) An extra paid day off. Don't ask don't get I s'pose.

My ride yesterday was sound tracked by these people.



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And these guys...