Andy Daley! |
The powers that be were kind enough to let me fill the Spidermonkey blogosphere with a little about me. My story starts a few years back when while on a group ride, Dean was lamenting how he was constantly made fun of at races for getting drunk and yelling out Air Supply lyrics. At the same time, I was complaining about always being mistaken for ChiCrossCup Titan Jason Knauff. It was then we worked out a solution. He’d substitute Air Supply lyrics for chanting my name, and I’d bury Mr. Knauff in obscurity. (One out of two ain’t bad).
Dean, drunk serenading Matt Smith, again: “Girl you’re every woman in the world to me. You’re my fantasy, you’re my reality” |
Eventually, though, I reduced my effective entry entry fee down from $25 per lap and got good enough to move past the 4’s into the 3’s and then squeak by into the Category 2’s. As a Cat 2, typically my race ‘strategy’ was move up as many spots as I could when I heard the chase motorcycle tail gunning the back of the pack. Still, good, good times. I’ll never forget working myself into a deep, deep hole just to finish once the opener of Superweek, the Beverly Cycling Classic.
I’ve since downgraded to a Cat 3. I told the USAC officials I needed to downgrade due to having a newborn to take care of, but in reality it was all part of my evil genius plan to race in the same category as a certain venison jerky maker.
Shake and Bake race strategy in action at Evanston last year: “Brandon, I’m bonking. More deer jerky, please!” |
Cheers! Andy
1 comment:
Andy, I remember you finishing that Beverly Classic the year I got into racing. If I remember the doper Crater won that race and just watching the pace made me want to puke. I super impressed watching you and Caesar cross the line.
This is better than being PEZ'D! "Monkey'd"!!!
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