Good job on being on target. Enjoy the taper...romad63 wrote:Two weeks to go - i'm right where I want to be and starting to taper
Emily
CRASH-Bs 2009
No live video
Does anyone know why there is no longer live video of the competition?
I used to watch the competition all day long because it was so exciting and really motivated me to keep rowing.
I used to watch the competition all day long because it was so exciting and really motivated me to keep rowing.
[color=blue]M 43 5'10'' (1.78m) 173lbs (78kg)
500m- 1K- 2K-07:20.6 5K- 6K- 30min-7400M 10K- 60min-13883M HM-1:34:20.0 FM-[/color]
500m- 1K- 2K-07:20.6 5K- 6K- 30min-7400M 10K- 60min-13883M HM-1:34:20.0 FM-[/color]
Fantastic Erging!!
To all who went to Crash-B 2009, congrats on some great erging!! 
While the videos were absent, the screen viewws of the races showed some very competitive races.
Rocket Roy from the UK boards reigned supreme over the older skinnies.
UK forum was all atwitter (on Twitter?) over his row.
And what about the 2 Germans in the 30-39 group who were within 1-4 tenths of a second of breaking 6 minutes!! The 2nd place German started his sprint about 20 meters too late or he could have passes the leader and broke 6 minutes.
Great to watch!
While the videos were absent, the screen viewws of the races showed some very competitive races.
Rocket Roy from the UK boards reigned supreme over the older skinnies.
UK forum was all atwitter (on Twitter?) over his row.
And what about the 2 Germans in the 30-39 group who were within 1-4 tenths of a second of breaking 6 minutes!! The 2nd place German started his sprint about 20 meters too late or he could have passes the leader and broke 6 minutes.
Great to watch!
M 64 76 kg
"Sit Down! Row Hard! Go Nowhere!"
"Sit Down! Row Hard! Go Nowhere!"
the best part of the whole experience was meeting folks from around the world. The erg room at the hotel I was staying at (royal sonesta) was full all day friday and saturday and it was great talking to folks.
While the race was fun - that is what I'll remember most about the trip.
While the race was fun - that is what I'll remember most about the trip.
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Congratulations to all who raced, and to all who set up, volunteered & organized, too! Big thanks to the Concept2 team, particularly Lisa Washburn and Brickett Bailey for making all the welcoming, travel arrangements, & the luncheon for the satellite race qualifiers -- much thanks!
Highlights - Friday: sitting in the practice erg line with the two French Olympians from the Open men's race, the entire Chinese team, and the giant German junior who won the junior men's hwt race. Wow, such power! I felt like a Twinkie in comparison.
Saturday: Chatting with Mike & Mary Van Buren at the luncheon; great folks & great competitors.
Sunday: Seeing so many Forumites & old friends race. Having my stomach do sommersaults as my son raced his first CRASH-B. Coming away with the silver in my event.
Super weekend! (and congratulations on the new PB, Ben)
Highlights - Friday: sitting in the practice erg line with the two French Olympians from the Open men's race, the entire Chinese team, and the giant German junior who won the junior men's hwt race. Wow, such power! I felt like a Twinkie in comparison.
Saturday: Chatting with Mike & Mary Van Buren at the luncheon; great folks & great competitors.
Sunday: Seeing so many Forumites & old friends race. Having my stomach do sommersaults as my son raced his first CRASH-B. Coming away with the silver in my event.
Super weekend! (and congratulations on the new PB, Ben)
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CRASH-Bs started a day earlier for me this year with a Logan's Run to Boston on Saturday morning in Wicked Felina (the Beautiful Black Thunderbird) to pick up Citroen (Dougie Lawson) at the airport and bring him to Newburyport, the erging mecca of Essex County.
After dropping his luggage off at home we proceeded to Yankee Runner (the store) to prepare for the race with a day of retail work. Dougie seemed to bring good luck as more business, shabby though it was, came in on the day than I had done for a whole week back in January. Everyone must have been mesmerized by the Basingstoke accent and lulled into a buying frenzy. We caught an hour of the Tour of California on TV before closing up, then made the cold walk back home to watch the remainder of the race and scarf down Denise's prerace lasagna and some cheap red wine. We were in bed by 9:00pm and up & out the door by 6:30am the next morning.
The ride to Boston was chilly but uneventful, taking the slightly longer route that avoided the toll of the Mystic River Bridge, and we were early enough to find on-street parking (avoiding another pesky expense) directly across from the Agganis Arena. We settled into some prime viewing seats opposite the front row of ergs, met Shirley Godkin (rowmyboat), Pete Marston, Mike and Mary Van Beuren, and Rocket, then I sauntered off to the weigh-in area where I tipped the scales at an even 150 lbs while wearing all the street clothes and shoes (so maybe 147-148 lbs naked). Met Bob Lakin, one of the favorites in my race, for the first time as he departed the weigh-in. I've been seeing his name at CRASH-Bs and in the rankings for many years and was glad to finally say 'hi.' Went back to the seats and transacted some shoe business with Pete and received several packages of the treasured Jelly Babies in return both from Pete and Roy. Aaahhhhh! Jelly Babies! Had a brief 'hello' with Chris Betensen and Anne Badanes (anneohio), and devised a brilliant if devious plan.
I'd noticed that there were no Germans this year participating in my division and wondered if perhaps the famous and massive German coxswain might be available? I tentatively approached the intimidating figure and inquired "Sprecken Sie English?" (exhausting a majority of the German that I had learned in three years of lessons back in high school). He looked warily back at me and replied "Yes." So I explained the situation and was excited when he pulled out his schedule to check (implying that he would indeed cox me if he was free at 9:40am). Unfortunately he shook his head no and made a shrug. Drat! Foiled.
Sometimes though, the Flying Spaghetti Monster answers prayers by saying 'no,' thereby working in mysterious ways. It turned out that Dougie was available to cox, and that turned out to be a very good thing. As the first race of the day was called I headed off to the warmup ergs. As usual, legends abounded in the arena but one had to keep the gawking to a minimum and get on with one's own preparation. I did a relatively easy eight minutes then changed into my racing gear and double checked that I had everything I needed (entry card, non-skid pad, water, glasses to read to monitor, pen & paper to record splits) before heading off for a more strenuous ten minute warmup. Sat down and was soon joined by Mike Van Beuren and Rocket Roy on either side. Then Jon Bone (NavHaz) came by to wish us all well. On the way into the competition area Jack Fultz (1975 Boston Marathon winner) at 142 lbs wished me well and complimented my own lightweightedness as he headed off to his own erg in our division. Coming out from the racing zone was Mary Perrot, and I congratulated her on her silver medal as she wished my luck for my imminent effort.
At the starting line all were present and accounted for. The favorites across the front included me on erg #3, Bob Lakin of Kansas on #4, Greg Brock of California on #5, Leif Pedersen of Denmark on #6, Alain Mangin of France on #7 and Peter Francis of Colorado on #8. Chad Goss was front & center in the stands with his camera and Dougie behind me for the coxing. Sit Ready. Attention! ROW!! and off we went. What happened next seemed to have come out of the Twilight Zone.
About 6 or 7 strokes into it, with my eyes closed to concentrate on getting up to speed, my brain interpreted the yelling of the coxes to be "Rick! Rick!" exhorting me to stop because a false start had occurred. So I stopped! I opened my eyes only to see everyone else still rowing, the monitor still recording, and Dougie shouting "Keep Going!" Gah! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Obviously no one else's brain had malfunctioned as mine did and I realized with horror that the race was still in progress! I wondered later what the German cox would have made of my stoppage? Would he have been stunned and walked away in disgust? (I couldn't have blamed him) Fortunately the flywheel was spinning fast enough at that point that it only took two strokes to get it back to speed, and despite being dead last at that point it didn't seem to be fatal. With a number of 1:40s I managed to get the average down below 1:48 and by the 500m the average was at 1:47.3, which was 0.2 seconds faster than my first 500m last year.
The Frenchman Mangin, whom I'd never beaten, was out the fastest, but no one seemed to be building the massive leads that guys like Brian Bailey and Roger Prowse were able to build. I gradually worked up to 6th, behind Peter Francis, but my prerace plan for 1:46s had turned into a reality of 1:47s and 1:48s, with occasional 1:49s just to aggravate me. Mangin gave way to the Dane, looking to improve on his silver medal of last year. I edged by Francis into 5th. The gap between me and 4th place didn't seem to be much less than the gap between me and the race leader, unfortunately I didn't seem to make up any ground on either. Into the final 500m I finally managed to feel that 1:46s might be sustainable until the end and I made up some ground on a fading Alain Mangin. Also fading was Pedersen, and both Lakin and Brock swept by in the final 100m. Bob Lakin nabbed the win in his new all-time PB of 7:00.6 (a new PB for an established erger at age 60!), and Brock got the silver by a skinny tenth of a second, 7:02.2 to 7:02.3.. Pedersen had more than enough to keep the bronze though as I was more than four seconds behind, with my 7:06.7 being 2 tenths slower than last year but enough to finish ahead of the Frenchman for the first time ever. I'd be lying to say that I'm not a bit disappointed, since all of my workouts seemed to point to a faster performance. But then, that's why we have race venues instead of just mailing in results. I'm going to have to find some things to tweak before the next BIRC rolls around.
As Seat5 is famous for saying, "I like to have-raced." And having raced, I was then able to relax and enjoy the rest of the day. I got to chat a bit with Bob Lakin, who seems like a darn good guy, and will be looking forward to his future ranking scores as worthy targets to chase down. I settled into the front row of spectators for the epic battle of 55-59 lwts, and got hoarse yelling for Rocket, MikeVB and the Viking. From a fan perspective it did not disappoint, with eyeballs-out efforts all around as the Rocket reclaimed his hammer. Perennial participant Aage Christiansen was obviously seriously sick but made a game effort before wisely abandoning a few hundred meters from the end. And it was good to put a face to the name John Busk (silver) that I've seen in the rankings for many years. Farther down the A lane legend Dick Cashin set a new 55-59 Hwt world record of 6:18.6.
Next came the 50-54s, and Paul Siebach followed up his new world record from a few weeks back with a solid 6:26.9 win (which I believe might be the 4th fastest lwt 50+ time ever behind two of his own other times and Graham Watt's previous record). On erg #1 at the same time Bill Burke (kipkeino68) was setting a new PB of 7:08.7. At the other end of the row Stan Vegar looked so fully in control as he left Krum and NazHaz in his wake that one has to wonder if his excellent 6:19.8 was a kindness to his friendly rivals for not being much faster. Krum on the other hand seems to be still rowing the same times at age 54 that he was rowing 6 or 7 years ago, which is not too shabby at all.
Up in the awards area I met Steve Schaffran for the first time, and also Greg Brock, one of the great names in running from my prime years back in the 1970s. Brock and I had both run in the 1972 USA Olympic Trials marathon along with Jack Fultz (mentioned earlier) but this was the first time we ever had a chance to meet and talk. After enjoying the many awards bestowed on many favorite sons and daughters (Rocket, Mike VB, Joan VB, MaryP, NavHaz, Siebach, Paul Randall, Shirley, Tore Foss, Carie Graves et. al.) Greg and I settled into the stands to enjoy the racing and compare notes on the decades that have passed since our glory days of distance running, and ponder what we hope to do in the decades that are hopefully yet to come. The man is an absolutely smashing bloke (probably because we have much in common) and I look forward to further exploits whether in the rankings or future CRASH-Bs.
This shirt used to be loose on me.
Over at the RowPro booth I stopped for a gabfest with Frank & Yvette Knight, Chad Goss, Ben Knappmiller and Anne Badanes. Back in the stands I noticed Helen Frykman (Helen of Troy) warming up and had it occur to me that I must have been fired as her cox'n. A few years back she enlisted my verbal skills two years in a row, but now she had snubbed me for John Van Blom. Oh sure, he's an Olympian and all, but sheesh! Like Rodney Dangerfield I can't get no respect. Helen was her usual smooth-stroking self with a fine 7:42.1. Meanwhile, the lightweights featured the great Lisa Schlenker winning the 40-49 division in 7:25.6, with Arlene Wade (fish) just missing a medal by only 1.3 seconds with her 7:40.2.
Later Shirley was heading over to the B bank of ergs for the much-anticipated Niall Williams/Dougie Lawson battle of erstwhile lightweights, and it seemed to be a good Idea so I joined her. Eventually we were joined by others and an exciting race took place with video evidence that has been posted in the competitions section of the UK forum. Unfortunately it was one of those times that too many things were happening at once, and we could only see the Neil Harrigan/Duncan Patterson battle taking place on the big screen while at the same time Greg Cook was rowing in his division. Bummer. Only a half-second separated Patterson from Harrigan, 6:30.9 to 6:31.4, for the gold and silver. Cook came home 5th in 6:35.8 in his division.
The Big Boys final featured a couple of Frenchmen, Cedric Berrest and Julien Bahain, who stroked in perfect unison through nearly the whole race before Berrest pulled away for a 4 second win over his countryman, 5:48.9 to 5:53.1, and the best time of the day. Had he done this in Newburyport he would have been awarded the PaulS sledgehammer. I wonder if he cares?
We said most of our goodbyes for another year, then Dougie and I drove back north through a dark and stormy night. At home we scarfed more of Denise's lasagna, more cheap red wine, and watched the rest of the Tour of California on TV (Levi Leipheimer won). After a decent night's sleep I dragged Dougie over to the Hard Nock's Gym in Amesbury, Massachusetts where he erged while I did my weights routine, then I drove him up the infamous Powow Hill so that he could better visualize my route when I report wheelbarrow pushing workouts. We spent most of another workday at Yankee Runner before closing a bit early to get a big pizza and reverse the Logan's Run in Wicked Felina. Dougie was dropped off at about 5:20pm for his 7:20pm flight and I headed back home. CRASH-Bs are officially over for another year.
Bring on BIRC.
After dropping his luggage off at home we proceeded to Yankee Runner (the store) to prepare for the race with a day of retail work. Dougie seemed to bring good luck as more business, shabby though it was, came in on the day than I had done for a whole week back in January. Everyone must have been mesmerized by the Basingstoke accent and lulled into a buying frenzy. We caught an hour of the Tour of California on TV before closing up, then made the cold walk back home to watch the remainder of the race and scarf down Denise's prerace lasagna and some cheap red wine. We were in bed by 9:00pm and up & out the door by 6:30am the next morning.
The ride to Boston was chilly but uneventful, taking the slightly longer route that avoided the toll of the Mystic River Bridge, and we were early enough to find on-street parking (avoiding another pesky expense) directly across from the Agganis Arena. We settled into some prime viewing seats opposite the front row of ergs, met Shirley Godkin (rowmyboat), Pete Marston, Mike and Mary Van Beuren, and Rocket, then I sauntered off to the weigh-in area where I tipped the scales at an even 150 lbs while wearing all the street clothes and shoes (so maybe 147-148 lbs naked). Met Bob Lakin, one of the favorites in my race, for the first time as he departed the weigh-in. I've been seeing his name at CRASH-Bs and in the rankings for many years and was glad to finally say 'hi.' Went back to the seats and transacted some shoe business with Pete and received several packages of the treasured Jelly Babies in return both from Pete and Roy. Aaahhhhh! Jelly Babies! Had a brief 'hello' with Chris Betensen and Anne Badanes (anneohio), and devised a brilliant if devious plan.
I'd noticed that there were no Germans this year participating in my division and wondered if perhaps the famous and massive German coxswain might be available? I tentatively approached the intimidating figure and inquired "Sprecken Sie English?" (exhausting a majority of the German that I had learned in three years of lessons back in high school). He looked warily back at me and replied "Yes." So I explained the situation and was excited when he pulled out his schedule to check (implying that he would indeed cox me if he was free at 9:40am). Unfortunately he shook his head no and made a shrug. Drat! Foiled.
Sometimes though, the Flying Spaghetti Monster answers prayers by saying 'no,' thereby working in mysterious ways. It turned out that Dougie was available to cox, and that turned out to be a very good thing. As the first race of the day was called I headed off to the warmup ergs. As usual, legends abounded in the arena but one had to keep the gawking to a minimum and get on with one's own preparation. I did a relatively easy eight minutes then changed into my racing gear and double checked that I had everything I needed (entry card, non-skid pad, water, glasses to read to monitor, pen & paper to record splits) before heading off for a more strenuous ten minute warmup. Sat down and was soon joined by Mike Van Beuren and Rocket Roy on either side. Then Jon Bone (NavHaz) came by to wish us all well. On the way into the competition area Jack Fultz (1975 Boston Marathon winner) at 142 lbs wished me well and complimented my own lightweightedness as he headed off to his own erg in our division. Coming out from the racing zone was Mary Perrot, and I congratulated her on her silver medal as she wished my luck for my imminent effort.
At the starting line all were present and accounted for. The favorites across the front included me on erg #3, Bob Lakin of Kansas on #4, Greg Brock of California on #5, Leif Pedersen of Denmark on #6, Alain Mangin of France on #7 and Peter Francis of Colorado on #8. Chad Goss was front & center in the stands with his camera and Dougie behind me for the coxing. Sit Ready. Attention! ROW!! and off we went. What happened next seemed to have come out of the Twilight Zone.
About 6 or 7 strokes into it, with my eyes closed to concentrate on getting up to speed, my brain interpreted the yelling of the coxes to be "Rick! Rick!" exhorting me to stop because a false start had occurred. So I stopped! I opened my eyes only to see everyone else still rowing, the monitor still recording, and Dougie shouting "Keep Going!" Gah! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Obviously no one else's brain had malfunctioned as mine did and I realized with horror that the race was still in progress! I wondered later what the German cox would have made of my stoppage? Would he have been stunned and walked away in disgust? (I couldn't have blamed him) Fortunately the flywheel was spinning fast enough at that point that it only took two strokes to get it back to speed, and despite being dead last at that point it didn't seem to be fatal. With a number of 1:40s I managed to get the average down below 1:48 and by the 500m the average was at 1:47.3, which was 0.2 seconds faster than my first 500m last year.
The Frenchman Mangin, whom I'd never beaten, was out the fastest, but no one seemed to be building the massive leads that guys like Brian Bailey and Roger Prowse were able to build. I gradually worked up to 6th, behind Peter Francis, but my prerace plan for 1:46s had turned into a reality of 1:47s and 1:48s, with occasional 1:49s just to aggravate me. Mangin gave way to the Dane, looking to improve on his silver medal of last year. I edged by Francis into 5th. The gap between me and 4th place didn't seem to be much less than the gap between me and the race leader, unfortunately I didn't seem to make up any ground on either. Into the final 500m I finally managed to feel that 1:46s might be sustainable until the end and I made up some ground on a fading Alain Mangin. Also fading was Pedersen, and both Lakin and Brock swept by in the final 100m. Bob Lakin nabbed the win in his new all-time PB of 7:00.6 (a new PB for an established erger at age 60!), and Brock got the silver by a skinny tenth of a second, 7:02.2 to 7:02.3.. Pedersen had more than enough to keep the bronze though as I was more than four seconds behind, with my 7:06.7 being 2 tenths slower than last year but enough to finish ahead of the Frenchman for the first time ever. I'd be lying to say that I'm not a bit disappointed, since all of my workouts seemed to point to a faster performance. But then, that's why we have race venues instead of just mailing in results. I'm going to have to find some things to tweak before the next BIRC rolls around.
As Seat5 is famous for saying, "I like to have-raced." And having raced, I was then able to relax and enjoy the rest of the day. I got to chat a bit with Bob Lakin, who seems like a darn good guy, and will be looking forward to his future ranking scores as worthy targets to chase down. I settled into the front row of spectators for the epic battle of 55-59 lwts, and got hoarse yelling for Rocket, MikeVB and the Viking. From a fan perspective it did not disappoint, with eyeballs-out efforts all around as the Rocket reclaimed his hammer. Perennial participant Aage Christiansen was obviously seriously sick but made a game effort before wisely abandoning a few hundred meters from the end. And it was good to put a face to the name John Busk (silver) that I've seen in the rankings for many years. Farther down the A lane legend Dick Cashin set a new 55-59 Hwt world record of 6:18.6.
Next came the 50-54s, and Paul Siebach followed up his new world record from a few weeks back with a solid 6:26.9 win (which I believe might be the 4th fastest lwt 50+ time ever behind two of his own other times and Graham Watt's previous record). On erg #1 at the same time Bill Burke (kipkeino68) was setting a new PB of 7:08.7. At the other end of the row Stan Vegar looked so fully in control as he left Krum and NazHaz in his wake that one has to wonder if his excellent 6:19.8 was a kindness to his friendly rivals for not being much faster. Krum on the other hand seems to be still rowing the same times at age 54 that he was rowing 6 or 7 years ago, which is not too shabby at all.
Up in the awards area I met Steve Schaffran for the first time, and also Greg Brock, one of the great names in running from my prime years back in the 1970s. Brock and I had both run in the 1972 USA Olympic Trials marathon along with Jack Fultz (mentioned earlier) but this was the first time we ever had a chance to meet and talk. After enjoying the many awards bestowed on many favorite sons and daughters (Rocket, Mike VB, Joan VB, MaryP, NavHaz, Siebach, Paul Randall, Shirley, Tore Foss, Carie Graves et. al.) Greg and I settled into the stands to enjoy the racing and compare notes on the decades that have passed since our glory days of distance running, and ponder what we hope to do in the decades that are hopefully yet to come. The man is an absolutely smashing bloke (probably because we have much in common) and I look forward to further exploits whether in the rankings or future CRASH-Bs.
This shirt used to be loose on me.
Over at the RowPro booth I stopped for a gabfest with Frank & Yvette Knight, Chad Goss, Ben Knappmiller and Anne Badanes. Back in the stands I noticed Helen Frykman (Helen of Troy) warming up and had it occur to me that I must have been fired as her cox'n. A few years back she enlisted my verbal skills two years in a row, but now she had snubbed me for John Van Blom. Oh sure, he's an Olympian and all, but sheesh! Like Rodney Dangerfield I can't get no respect. Helen was her usual smooth-stroking self with a fine 7:42.1. Meanwhile, the lightweights featured the great Lisa Schlenker winning the 40-49 division in 7:25.6, with Arlene Wade (fish) just missing a medal by only 1.3 seconds with her 7:40.2.
Later Shirley was heading over to the B bank of ergs for the much-anticipated Niall Williams/Dougie Lawson battle of erstwhile lightweights, and it seemed to be a good Idea so I joined her. Eventually we were joined by others and an exciting race took place with video evidence that has been posted in the competitions section of the UK forum. Unfortunately it was one of those times that too many things were happening at once, and we could only see the Neil Harrigan/Duncan Patterson battle taking place on the big screen while at the same time Greg Cook was rowing in his division. Bummer. Only a half-second separated Patterson from Harrigan, 6:30.9 to 6:31.4, for the gold and silver. Cook came home 5th in 6:35.8 in his division.
The Big Boys final featured a couple of Frenchmen, Cedric Berrest and Julien Bahain, who stroked in perfect unison through nearly the whole race before Berrest pulled away for a 4 second win over his countryman, 5:48.9 to 5:53.1, and the best time of the day. Had he done this in Newburyport he would have been awarded the PaulS sledgehammer. I wonder if he cares?
We said most of our goodbyes for another year, then Dougie and I drove back north through a dark and stormy night. At home we scarfed more of Denise's lasagna, more cheap red wine, and watched the rest of the Tour of California on TV (Levi Leipheimer won). After a decent night's sleep I dragged Dougie over to the Hard Nock's Gym in Amesbury, Massachusetts where he erged while I did my weights routine, then I drove him up the infamous Powow Hill so that he could better visualize my route when I report wheelbarrow pushing workouts. We spent most of another workday at Yankee Runner before closing a bit early to get a big pizza and reverse the Logan's Run in Wicked Felina. Dougie was dropped off at about 5:20pm for his 7:20pm flight and I headed back home. CRASH-Bs are officially over for another year.
Bring on BIRC.
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Cheers Mary.Mary P. wrote:Congratulations to all who raced, and to all who set up, volunteered & organized, too! Big thanks to the Concept2 team, particularly Lisa Washburn and Brickett Bailey for making all the welcoming, travel arrangements, & the luncheon for the satellite race qualifiers -- much thanks!
Highlights - Friday: sitting in the practice erg line with the two French Olympians from the Open men's race, the entire Chinese team, and the giant German junior who won the junior men's hwt race. Wow, such power! I felt like a Twinkie in comparison.
Saturday: Chatting with Mike & Mary Van Buren at the luncheon; great folks & great competitors.
Sunday: Seeing so many Forumites & old friends race. Having my stomach do sommersaults as my son raced his first CRASH-B. Coming away with the silver in my event.
Super weekend! (and congratulations on the new PB, Ben)
Here you are in red, getting your well-deserved silver medal.
Rick
thanks for the great write-up on the CRASH-B's. I enjoyed reading how the entire event went for you and reading how the race went for you.Yankeerunner wrote:CRASH-Bs started a day earlier for me this year with a Logan's Run to Boston on Saturday morning in Wicked Felina (the Beautiful Black Thunderbird) to pick up Citroen (Dougie Lawson) at the airport and bring him to Newburyport, the erging mecca of Essex County.
Bring on BIRC.
