the good times are killing me

I've been racing bikes for a while now, its always a good time. What i find fun is not necessarily the race. Getting up ungodly early, drinking coffee crammed into the back of my dads pickup truck, telling the anxious butterflies in my stomach that keeping my rushed cooked a little runny eggs down would really be ideal today. Bike tinkering the night before, deciding what to wear, what to eat, when to eat, remembering to register and getting there on time. This race was different, it was a road race. I've had the er, "pleasure" of doing a gravel road race before, but it was really long and on an mtb so this one was a just that much different. The race was great, good times were had and vitamin G is always good for the soul. Whether this counts as a road race is up for discussion but either way it was a first for me, my only regret is riding a bike with no gears, but hey, not the first time i've given myself that handicap. So what really is the best part of racing a bike? On the drive home the radio will invariably be playing The deep roots. Between the conversation, the folk music, and nodding off with my head resting on the back seat speaker, the drive home is really what makes a bike race.