Get Loose

The MTBA National series came to town on the weekend, and BnC were in loud attendance. Saturday saw Hunnibel taking the commentry stand in a fairly offical-like role as the 4X battles were waged on the hill above. Apparently putting in volunteer hours to help out the locals doesn’t give you enough brownie points to get away with drunken actions though. This was proven as the ol’ boy was banned from the event by UCI officials after getting his pasty white cock out and flashing it at XC riders, whilst a bunch of poor, innocent children stood terrified near by. At least the youth of today are getting a good, hard (?) dose of reality nice and early. Drinking is bad for you kids!

Sunday saw a few of us crawl out of bed, stumble into the bottle shop, then haul three cartons of beer half way up a stupidly steep hill. We decided to stop before someone died from heart failure, and set in for a long day of abuse, encouragement and repeated attempts at making guys riding big bikes and wearing funny helmets eat shit into big piles of rock.  Highly succesful for the most part, with numerous complaints, death stares, and muttered insults. It’s all about adding to the atmosphere, and if you want to race pro you’ve gotta handle the heckles. We managed to scare off at least one course marshall, offend a lot of people, and probably educate a few more kids on the woes of substance abuse. The end of the day saw the worst night club in Hobart (Halo) filled with drunken riders, before retiring to the ritzy-as-fuck Monza hotel room for more drinking, and someone threw a tree off the balcony.

Overall, a good weekend. A few people wondered why this kind of thing doesn’t happen at state rounds, and I’m starting to think that the suggestion may have been foolishly made. Any excuse for a beer (or ten), right?