Monday, January 26, 2015

Go Out There and Kill Yourself

Some other ding-a-ling pulls into the pit just after I get settled in bed and decides that the 6 foot space between me and the large camper trailer is a good spot for his SUV and open bike trailer. He also pulls out one of those really goddamn loud cheapo generators and I can't believe my luck. I lie back down knowing that I am in for a noisy weekend, but my faith in humanity and common decency tell me there is no way in hell he is going to start that fucking thing right now at 3:30am. I was wrong. I listened to that son of a bitch rattle and squeal until the sun rose red like my anger. Good morning Road Atlanta.

I hit the pavement running and head to registration at 7am, then over to tech inspection immediately afterwards. The WERA staff is friendly as always, but the tech inspector tells me my chain is too loose. I sit on the bike and put my weight on it and ask what he thinks now. Without looking he says to me, "Whatever man, I do this for a living, I know what I am talking about. I don't give a shit if you go out there and kill yourself." Wow, I wonder if he had to sleep in that little booth with the fat guy from last night. I pass tech anyways and leave the chain right where it is, a smilin' chain is a happy one...

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