All dressed up and nowhere to go

Last night was supposed to be race night, it is every other Thursday night as the Powerbar crit series takes place down at the tank farms. So we all lined up, paid out $10, pinned the number on and started getting into that special little mind space that you need to be in for crit action.

Then during the B grade race there was a big spill with half the bunch coming down and after some discussion the rest of the nights racing was called off. It was a bit of a bummer but you have to make sure everyone is looked after properly by the ambulance first, so it was the only decision that could have been made.

The only problem was that I had taken on the alter ego of Crit Man and was fuelled up on Red Bull but nothing to use it on. So like the rest of A grade we all went and rolled a lap of the waterfront....just a little bit more pumped up than normal.

hey ho, there's always next week