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I didn't get much sleep monday night - I was in Weymouth to give Nicole a ride to Cape Cod after she got off, but she ended up not needing one. I ended up riding around boston for about 3 hours before I could take the T back to my car. After work on Tuesday I went into Boston for the Race of the Beast. I got off the T at like 3:30, so I rode around for about two hours, got something to drink, and was really bored. I stopped by a tattoo/piercing shop and got two more piercings - in the upper part of my right ear. It helped me wake up a bit, and killed some time too. I still had like an hour and a half or something, so I found a big plaza and practiced trackstands and backwards circles for a while.
Registration for the race started at 7, and the race began at 8. I was doing really well until the first checkpoint - I was in the second pack of riders. The 1st checkpoint was moved to a park across the street from Harvard law school (supposedly, cops were waiting at the school. I didn't see any) , and we had to run under this string pentagram. I got ahead of the people I was following and took a wrong turn after that, and ended up dropping back a bit. I got back on track, and like ten minutes later I had to stop to avoid hitting a car, took a wrong turn, and got completely lost. I stopped at Fanuel hall and was going to just give up when this dude pulls up and asks me how to get to the second checkpoint. We just headed towards the water until he recognized a road, and we eventually found the checkpoint. We were supposed to pop a ballon on our heads or with our teeth. They were filled with fake blood, and the guy I was following(I found out later his name was Steve) got it all over him. I bit mine, got lucky, and didn't get anything on me.
At one point after the first checkpoint, the pump I had strapped to my frame had come loose. It sounded like my cranks were coming loose though. I was scared as fuck for most of the ride that my bike was just going to just crap out all of a sudden.
The third check point was near a Taco Bell. I had to do ten pushups and take a shot of hot sauce. They said cops were stopping kids on bikes with spoke cards,so I pulled mine out and stuck it in my back pocket. And it fell out right away. And I didn't get to clip in my left foot, but I couldn't slow down or I would lose the kid I was following, When I went downhill, I was spinning so fast my left foot kept getting thrown off the pedal. The fourth checkpoint just had some girls who checked off our manifests, told us we had nice bikes (Steve had the exact same bike as me, only with a ton of spoke cards and red deep V rims) and to be careful. We were on the wrong side of the divided street when we went by the fifth checkpoint. When we went back the guys there told us we needed to learn how to jump curbs, drew upside down crosses on our foreheads, and told us how to find the finish. I came in 30th, out of 44 people.
I got on the T and went to a bar where the Epoxies were playing. I got to see a pretty good set by the Phenomonauts, and like four songs of the Epoxies' set before I had to leave. When I got off the T in Quincy it was fucking pouring out. And I was only wearing a t-shirt and rolled up jeans. I was pretty fucking soaked, but not that cold when I got to my car(It took me soooo fucking long to get back, because I was so tired). I finally got to crash on my couch at like 3 in the morning.
I /think/ the guy's name was Steve... I can't really remember.
Registration for the race started at 7, and the race began at 8. I was doing really well until the first checkpoint - I was in the second pack of riders. The 1st checkpoint was moved to a park across the street from Harvard law school (supposedly, cops were waiting at the school. I didn't see any) , and we had to run under this string pentagram. I got ahead of the people I was following and took a wrong turn after that, and ended up dropping back a bit. I got back on track, and like ten minutes later I had to stop to avoid hitting a car, took a wrong turn, and got completely lost. I stopped at Fanuel hall and was going to just give up when this dude pulls up and asks me how to get to the second checkpoint. We just headed towards the water until he recognized a road, and we eventually found the checkpoint. We were supposed to pop a ballon on our heads or with our teeth. They were filled with fake blood, and the guy I was following(I found out later his name was Steve) got it all over him. I bit mine, got lucky, and didn't get anything on me.
At one point after the first checkpoint, the pump I had strapped to my frame had come loose. It sounded like my cranks were coming loose though. I was scared as fuck for most of the ride that my bike was just going to just crap out all of a sudden.
The third check point was near a Taco Bell. I had to do ten pushups and take a shot of hot sauce. They said cops were stopping kids on bikes with spoke cards,so I pulled mine out and stuck it in my back pocket. And it fell out right away. And I didn't get to clip in my left foot, but I couldn't slow down or I would lose the kid I was following, When I went downhill, I was spinning so fast my left foot kept getting thrown off the pedal. The fourth checkpoint just had some girls who checked off our manifests, told us we had nice bikes (Steve had the exact same bike as me, only with a ton of spoke cards and red deep V rims) and to be careful. We were on the wrong side of the divided street when we went by the fifth checkpoint. When we went back the guys there told us we needed to learn how to jump curbs, drew upside down crosses on our foreheads, and told us how to find the finish. I came in 30th, out of 44 people.
I got on the T and went to a bar where the Epoxies were playing. I got to see a pretty good set by the Phenomonauts, and like four songs of the Epoxies' set before I had to leave. When I got off the T in Quincy it was fucking pouring out. And I was only wearing a t-shirt and rolled up jeans. I was pretty fucking soaked, but not that cold when I got to my car(It took me soooo fucking long to get back, because I was so tired). I finally got to crash on my couch at like 3 in the morning.
I /think/ the guy's name was Steve... I can't really remember.