So tomorrow you will find me doing a ride called the Thanksgiving Day Worlds. It leaves from Danville at 9am and features every level of rider from your cat 1 to your garden variety Iron Horse Trail marauder. I've heard told that there are close to 300 people that start this ride. It goes fairly mellow down to Dublin and then the pace ratchets up something fierce coming back toward Blackhawk where there is a manly throw down sprint for the town line. Last year, Pegasaurus turned Lombardi fashion plate Robert Winder won the sprint, so there is some pressure on us to duplicate.

My modest hope for tomorrow is to avoid touching pavement. Pat the Pegasaurus calls this ride the Thanksgiving Day FDR (Festival of Dangerous Riders). As I am someone who has spent his fair share of time pinballing his way through the cat 4's, I'm not sure I like that name. And here's another thing that is annoying: any ride that puts the title Worlds on the end of their ride. If some hot chick isn't handing you a rainbow jersey and asking you to leak into a cup, Worlds doesn't belong in the name. I hear those mongers out at the lab have been throwing the name on the end of their Tuesday Lunchtime ride. What's next? The House of Pain Worlds...The Spectrum Ride Worlds...The Sierra Nevada/Bikes Plus/Specialized Training Ride #3 Worlds...The Hey Look Johnny GoFast Went For a Ride Worlds? No doubt we've all heard about the evening ride in Durango that every pro likes to drop as their regular training ride. Maybe they are the originators of so shamelessly stealing the moniker, but do we all have to copy? Pretty lame. Unless I win the sprint, of course. Then it will be the highlight of my season and I will unleash a victory salute that will make Paolo Bettini and Robert Winder look like mere children waving their hands about their heads as if they are shooing away a bug no one else can see. Enjoy your long weekend.

Johnny GobbleFast