Almost done!

I am fried. Fried like an egg at Mel's Diner on the tail end of the breakfast rush. Fried like a dead scorpion in July.
Went to the Handicap tonight; was in Portland working anyway. Also brought my mom and my son. My mom's been around bike racing since I was 15. That's a long damned time, people. She's still thrilled when the announcer shouts my name over the PA- even when I'm doing something stupid. And I gotta admit, I did some stoooopid things tonight. So dumb, I hope mom was covering Henry's innocent lil' eyes!
But, if being completely fried doesn't stop me from trying to win a race, then I'm more stubborn and teutonic than I realize.
I wonder how the industry cup's gonna go in Vegas? After that, I am hanging up the carbon fiber double triangle torture device for a month. Not even going to look at it. Then, I'm going to start getting ready for racing in my 40s.