As last Saturday's temperatures boiled to near 100 degrees and the southerly wind felt like someone trying to blow dry my hair with a lighter and a can of Aqua Net, in my daze, the only song I could hear blasting from the Psycowpath PA was Buster Pointdexter's neo-calypso classic Hot Hot Hot. Anybody else have that problem?
Like the race, at first the song and its infectious chorus was kind of fun, but then it started to get to me. However, for those racers with cooling fans in their lungs, heat sinks in their brains, and the ability to store water like a camel (or perhaps just wear a hydration pack, like the rest of us mere mortals), the temperatures were a non-issue.
Pictures, including some pretty nifty portraits of Tranquility Tire Tantrum mountain bike racers, can be found here. And full results of the race can be found on Nebraska Cycling News's website. Enjoy!
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