Not sure why I came up with the name dumbo helmet?
One look at the picture and I’m sure you can take a guess.
Anyrate, when I slip the dumbo helmet over my greasy mop of gnarled hair, I dumb the senses down and just focus on the moment. My universe becomes as narrow as the space between my temples and I meter the pain by holding my effort on the fence of agony and indifference. The effort is brief, as if I’m rushing through a schizophrenic fit and I must fuse the supreme forces of love and anger, frustration and appreciation, and turn the raw explosive violence of my legs into a dance that’s as smooth as a babies ass fresh from a Mill Valley spa and treated with the likes of shea butter, rose oil, coconut wax, flax seed oil, Anica and Vitamin D.
How long can I hold the throttle wide open? How long can I endure the pain? How strong am I? What is the freak’n point anyways and why the F#$%^ am I doing this?
get my drift?
I can’t even answer my own questions. Maybe that is why Its called the Dumbo Helmet. Maybe its symbolic of our short lives on this planet and what we choose to do with them. What ever the answer…I love time trials and I love my Dumbo helmet.
Today at the Calaveras tt, I was the first looser…..that means I got second. I got second for a couple of reasons.
Roman Kilun is a paid proffesional….and I have a full time Job, therefore he beat me by 33 seconds.
I broke my ribs a month ago and missed out on a bunch of training.
I was a complete sissy in the last 4 miles and said this is good enough.
It hurt and I did’nt want to hurt that bad.
I’m working on it.
One by one I hope to recycle these excuses into pure brilliant speed….and sooner or later….win a god damned race..
until that time.
stay dumb….its better that way.