No, better yet, about Stadtschlaining and fast wheeling-
The story starts out last Saturday morning,
5 Mountainbikers on the start, ready to roll in the big ring.
We were there meaning business, armed with Specialized SL2s,
in the hopes of taking trophies, and bringing home good news...
2 on the short course, 3 on the long,
in the background you could imagine the "Jaws" theme song.
We had Alex Tuma, fresh back from vacation,
Ewald Robeischl with tire-melting accelerations,
Toelke, the backup, aka Mr. White,
Stefan Rippel with his form, dynomite
sticking to the front of the pack like gelatine.
but in the end it was teamwork that would be the main factor.
The marathon started out at a rather mellow pace,
but there were 2 climbs early, and you could see it on people's face;
fear, and dread, mixed with a variety of frowns,
with Alex and Ewald, power meters would be on melt down.
Chains were soon snapping, freewheels exploding,
energy sapping, so much for carbo-loading.
The pace at the front was becoming insane,
Alex and Ewald were busy dishing out big pain.
There were snapping cranks, exploding knees,
riders peeling off the back in twos and in threes!
Soon the leaders were gone, riding off the front,
there was just one trophy, and they were on the hunt.
You can imagine the carnage, I'll spare you the details,
but when the dust had settled, our lads didn't fail.
150km later, places 1 and 3
cooler under pressure than the Beaufort Sea.
We also took 6th, not to mention Stefan Rippel's 7,
he was busy too, turning his 56x11.
A big thank you to the organisers, and those behind the scenes,
who put on another great Radmarathon, as if it was routine.
who made our transportation smooth, like a chocolate fondue.