Staring down a long week,
After a bad day at the Stick.
With the seat clamp a failin’,
My race done over quick.

Just another bad day,
On a heap of failure.
This cross seasons a turnin’
Into total despair.

I've got the half a lap blues,
I don’t know what I can do.
With equipment a flyin’,
What’s a cross racer to do?

Each week it’s a something,
That breaks loose or lets go.
Last week it was the power,
That done failed up to show.

And when the equipment, it holds,
It’s the rider that goes down.
The wounds done scarred over,
From the fall in SacTown.

I've got the half a lap blues,
I don’t know what I can do.
With equipment a flyin’,
What’s a cross racer to do?

Given into the fate,
Greater people have quit.
If I didn’t like it so much,
I could care half a shit.

But I’ll be out there next week,
No doubt suffering something new.
A mechanical unknown,
What’s a cross racer to do?

I've got the half a lap blues,
I don’t know what I can do.
With the equipment a flyin’,
What’s a cross racer to do?




Foul, foul mood this morning. That which makes me sane is driving me insane these days. So I'll do what I do when I get down. Hammer the single speed at lunchtime and get the frustrations out.

Johnny GoFast