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I'm not kidding, I feel like that kid Mike Meyers played in the SNL skits who was "tethered" to the jungle gym with the football helmet on. Every year I swear the pre-DirtWeek frenzy is twice as intense as the previous year. I know I'm ready, I even have one less bike to concern myself with this year, and I'm still wound up like a spring. One day of heat exhaustion at Cooperland gave me about one additional day of tranquility because I was too tired, sore and sunburned to get very excited. Then, right back to pinging again. Maybe I'm jetted too lean? I dunno. Chat is just on fire with pre-DW energy and hysteria. Look at all the posts from the first timers who are apprehensive about their riding abilities, etc. It's also cool to see people making the mad scramble at the last minute each year to go ahead and take the plunge, like PK did last year. How cool was that? Just out of the blue, PK says, "Alright, I'm in!" The best part of this whole thing is riding, making fun, talking smack, and eating and having a beer with so many people that we all consider among our best friends in the world and yet only get to see them for a few days each year. Part of me wants it to hurry up and happen, the other part wants to savor it. Last year I was almost giggling out loud as I walked out of the building at work Friday, heading for the truck, thinking that it was going to be ten glorious days before I had to set foot in this place again. I've been trying to keep busy, but as I complete my chores, I find myself thinking about DW coming up again! Man, who thought up this DW idea, anyway? He musta been a pretty fart smeller! ;)
Well, that burned about .01% of my nervous energy I have at the moment!
Well, that burned about .01% of my nervous energy I have at the moment!