World Cup racing takes a lot of talent, endless hours of training, and sacrifice like most of us will never understand. Being a world cup mechanic sometimes just takes being in the right place with the right people right before the big day. That was the case for me this weekend before the “Coup du Monde” in Nommay France. I signed on to help Molly for the day and Parbo as much as I could. I was in for a treat when Parbo pulled out this big daddy wheel bag:
It holds four spares and will make your mechanic’s day. At one point I had this on my back while carrying a wash bucket, spare bike, and helping a neutral support haul his pressure washer down a rain soaked hill. Magical. My quads hurt more today than after any on-bike event this year. Racers, give your mechanic a hug.
Highlight of the day: Pitting for Georgia Gould during the women’s race. She hadn’t expected any help and was probably a little nervous when she realized everyone else would be pitting every half lap. Well, we more or less gave her clean exchanges every half lap and she ended up on the podium!
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Sweet! So killer that you pitted for Georgia. It was awesome to see her on the podium.
SHunter,
Devin and I have reviewed the evidence and discussed this incident. We have arrived at the unanimous conclusion that that guy is a fucking douchebag. Correction: a major, ass-lickfuckholebloodfartturdmucousmaggot-fucker. I’d use stronger language, but I understand this is a family blog.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for aggressive racing, and putting your hands on a fellow racer can be totally legit, IMHO. Hell, I even believe in a little healthy hazing from time to time–but that? Weak. WEAK!
Hope you’re having fun over there, by the way. Let me know if you need a dorky rear-view mirror for your glasses. I think I may have an extra; might be handy to know when Sir Shove-a-Lot is riding up your six.
Cheers,
JV
Meant that for the other post, sorry. JV
who makes the awesome wheel bag? I really like the idea of one.
Good stuff on your site.