The Fatty Report

Fatty's at it again... almost getting that Cat. 2 upgrade on the track. Stay tuned as we follow his progress.

I showed up Tuesday night planning to cause some damage. Only 3 points to cat 2 means just one 1st or 2nd place, a 3rd and 4th, etc. EASY!

1st Event: 1-mile scratch race - These are FAST from the gun. Basically a 4.75 lap sprint. 3 guys broke away quickly and nobody wanted to chase. Unbelievable. 18 riders who don't want to win. I went to the front to chase. Pedal pedal pedal. I looked back and only 2 guys dragging their tongues off my rear hub. I caught the break with 1/2 lap to go and just kept sprinting. 4 of us spread across the line from the apron to the boards. I was 3rd by a tire from 1st. Only 1 more point to go!

2nd Event: Miss-and-Out - Last guy gets pulled each lap. I sat comfortably at the front. With 6 guys remaining I looked back. Shit! Only 5 guys and I'm last by about 2 inches. No upgrade points for 5th. I don't like this one bit. Fatty was angry for sure. Stupid. I should have won this one.

3rd Event: 15-lap Points Race - 3 sprints, first 4 places score points each sprint toward the overall. My plan was to sit in for the early sprint, then take the rest. I easily took 4th on the first time around and geared up for my big move. Just then some idiot looked down the track and drifted up into another rider. CRASH SMASH. I jumped a bike, jumped a rider, was hit hard by a bike coming down the 4th corner bank and slammed into another crashing rider. Somehow I kept the bike upright, balancing my chest on the stem, feet out of the pedals, riding the corner of the apron and bank. The race was neutralized, riders were carted away, and those who could continue restarted. I was not on that list. My rear wheel took a big hit and now doesn't fit through the chainstays. I later noticed a big chunk out of my knee with blood all over, a pulled hammy and did I break my finger?

I left early with 1 stinking point still needed toward cat 2, a nearly trashed rear wheel, a very nervous wife who never saw me race on the track until this night, and some bloody parts.

Now after hanging out in Minneapolis for work all week, eating walleye and drinking lots of beer, I feel better, wounds closing and NO broken finger. See you at Cargas Sunday.