My CIRREM Didn’t-Get-To Race Report Thingy

Sometimes I have a hard time not speaking in an ancient language, a language I tried to drop from my vernacular a while back.  Today is one of those days when I feel its appropriate to revert back to the old ancient language of EXCUSES.   

I recently opened a second location of my restaurant, Tacopocalypse, in Fairfield, Iowa.  This town is really cool, and the gravel starts right outside of town.  Like blocks from where I am sitting now.  Fuck. Yes.  I’m a big fan of this fact, and you can bet that once I get things sailing smoothly in Tacoland, the boss will be out on his new Ti steed grinding the ever loving poo poo platter out of those rocky roads.  One of the things about owning a business is that while when times are good and everything is going as planned, there is very little (extra) to worry about than making sure day to day operations are being completed, bills are paid, and people are smiling.  I like when that is happening, but it’s generally a short lived time because well, shit happens.  

The Friday before CIRREM, shit happened.  I was going to be stuck in Fairfield until Saturday afternoon.  My plan was to leave town and head towards DSM around 7, load up both my SS Chili and my SS Dilinger (no way was I going to bring out anything with shifting components, and in hindsight a few other people are probably thinking they should have shared the same attitude), get a little dinner, hydration, and a nap, then roll out to the Cumming Tap to tackle the beast known as CIRREM.  My gear was all selected and ready to be donned, my nutrition sitting out in a mesh bag, and my trusty Oakleys were sitting right next.  Where they all still sit, waiting for old Dad to get out on that CIRREM course.  

I ended up spending my day shopping and doing prep for the restaurant, which was I am sure the wisest decision.  I’m not real happy about missing out on this race, as I was determined to finally complete the damn course during the actual race for once.  Well, on to other things, the Spring Gravel Series starts in March, and I am hoping to get in as many of those races as possible, because any chance to toe the line before the end of April is a good thing.  Trans Iowa is looming…

CNB

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