Got up early and had my granola and raspberries. It was quiet at the farm, the calm before the storm when the campers would arrive. The NTT course was already laid out, so I headed down the the basement, out of the heat, and opened up 10 boxes of prizes, organized and tallied them. This way Mike and his team could just come in and make up the prize bags quickly as needed without having to rummage through box after box. I then organized 200 t-shirts by size, folded them, and stuffed the swag bags. It took a few hours. Then my roommates showed up. Mike and Erica Yozell arrived with their baby, Isaac. I was sharing my attic room with 2 adults and a baby and they informed me when they arrived that young Isaac was teething and would be up every hour and a half. Yikes. I ended up sleeping on the couch for the rest of my stay and made use of earplugs and a sleep aid, since I had not slept well in weeks.
Finally night fell, and the first riders went off. I was not up until 10:30 or so. I tested my lights before my ride and they were intermittently turning off, so I changed the battery and they seemed fine. I felt good, and I love riding at night. I did get a chance to pre-ride it and the course was really fun; it had a great flow, some technical bits (of course) and it was fast. I felt as if I would do well tonight.
"What happened?," Mike asked me, putting down the microphone.
"My helmet broke, " I said, "and this light is a piece of shit." I had signed up to get a trial Lupine tonight but somehow that never happened. Mike Hebe chimed in that I could use his helmet and light.
Hebe was at the mic when I got in and announced to the crowd, "Hmmm. Andrea has another broken helmet. You have to wonder when one rider breaks two helmets in one TT if it is maybe the rider..not the helmet."
He forgot to mention when he handed me his helmet that the cage was broken and he had zip-tied it together, which is why when I tightened it down to fit my smaller head it broke. Thanks Mike. I'm going to tell your GF to buy you a new one for your birthday.
where the hell is she? do we need to send out the search dogs?