In every war movie ever made there’s a battlefield scene where some soldier yell’s out, “I can’t feel my legs!” Now, the annual Frosty Toes Road Race in beautiful Croton, Oh-HI-Oh won’t ever be mistook for a combat zone, but I kept hearing guys call out in today’s race, “I can’t feel my hands.”
Maybe the 28 degrees at the start and the winds gusting to 25 mph had something to do with it. But I’m not complaining, the fat sausage-head twins (your pick of Delaware’s own kielbasa or the Scottish banger) were no where to be seen today. We did have in attendance among the 40 starters, my hero Cadillac George, Man of Gawd Dan T, Farmer John, Luca Brasi Chambers and your pal Pantani.
It was a true Belgian classic, only without the beer. I wish I could tell you more but I was blown off the back and rode to the finish with a small group. Maybe next week I’ll have a real race story to tell...
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