MY NAME IS HAWWWWWWT SAAAAUUCCCE. Well, sort of. I have to bring it down a notch. That was supposed to be read like the Kid Rock song, “My Name is Kid Rock”. For those that don’t know the song, don’t worry, it’s not good. I just wanted to start out with a bang. But now I’m way of topic and the Sea Captain says, “Yar, I don’t even know what I’m doin”.
I just got back to a warm and green Champion City and it’s good to be home. It actually feels a little weird being here as I have been on the road for 5 1/2 of the past 6 weeks. I’m here for almost 3 weeks, then I’m gone again for another 2 1/2 week trip to Eastern Canada……again. A lot of francais has been learned by Sauce in this trip. Here is what I can say.
Bonjour – Hello. Merci – Thanks. Do you have a, Baton de Ockay – Do you have a, hockey stick? Je ne pal pah france aye – I can’t speak french.
That’s what I have learned now which makes me very happy. It only took me 1-3 weeks a year over 10 years of racing and travelling in Quebec to learn that much. That’s actually pretty sad. Ca va mal.
The race this week was at Mont Tremblant which is probably one of the best XC courses in the world. Tremblent is like a mini Whisler, and the course goes right up the village main street in front of thousands of topless fans. It also has a smoking fun downhill in it that is great for you know who, Mr Smooth. Some of the racers are painfully slow on these technical types of downhills, all I have to say about that is chew with your mouth closed and you’ll probably ride it better. Smooth.
I got called up to the start line early because I’m really good, so I had a place on the front row of about 12 rows. Then when the gun went, I slipped off my pedal, and caused a big pile up behind me. It was not pretty, I tried to run while on my bike, so yeah huh, I took a couple of ugly Bambi steps then made an attempt to get back on my pedals. SMACK SMACK, that’s the sound of both my feet slipping off the pedals again. BEEP BOOP BEEP, that’s the sounds of R2D2. CLUNK PSSSSSS, that’s the sound of my knee hitting the stem on my bike. Ouuuuch it hurt, so I had to get off my bike and run for a few seconds and then jump on and get going. All that happend in about 10 seconds and I went from a top 5 position to about 70th. After all that Rosie O’Donnel style uglyness I blasted back up to the leaders in about 10 minutes of racing. Pretty good huh. Yes, I think so. The racing continued on and there was a lot of competition as it seemed the winner could be any one of about 10 guys. Hot Sauce rode most of the race in 5th place and then on the last lap I got passed by 2 more guys and ended up in 7th place.
R 2 H (Roddi 2 Hoddi) rocked the rocky downhills like rocky IV, and he ate a bowl of Fruit Loops while doing it. Hah, I actually think everyone should call me R 2 H now, I’m laughing, it’s good. Yes, the race was okay and my beloved coach Tim Heemskerk and I have planned some great legs to come about in a few weeks time……as if they could get any hotter.
This weekend, on Saturday, Kathryn and I are planning to have a huge B-B-Q somewhere in the Edmonton River Valley (TBA) and everyone is invited so spread the word. Then on Sunday we have a smelly road race at Pigeon Lake. It will be full of R 2 H suffering and wheezing as I’m trying to get more and more high end efforts in.
Race notes from Tremlant. Evan “Evan” Sherman, was flying all week, but then the day before the race he got green and sickly. He did a few laps and finally dropped out because his female specific saddle broke under the crushing weight of his make-up bag.
That’s it for me, I’m off to clean my wounds like Minnie the cat. Cough cough, hair ball, Meeow.
R 2 H (my new liscence plate maybe)
Dude,
Finishing only 5ish minutes behind the leader after that terrible start is pretty sweet. Look out at Nats and Canmore!
Please be gentle when you lap me at the Nordic Centre…
-Mike
R 2 H, that’s awesome for the hot white scooter of yours. You better stay out of my way on the paved trails unless you are motopacing me on my little pink run bike. See you in the park Hot Rod.
Mmmm… does Bambi like pop tarts? You’re looking smooth, hot and R2H-like.
Being a cone… conesueir…. conesewer…. man thats not an easy word to spell and the best that spell check offered was deaconess…. Anyway, as a person with a keen personal knowledge and fine discerning taste for hot sauce, and, as perhaps one of the top 75 to 100 fans of the immaculate Roddi Lega, I would like to correct some of the inaccuracies in the Hot Sauce concept. As a true aficionado of Hot Sauce, or whatever you are if you try the hot wings at Boston Pizza once, I would like to point out that Hot sauce is more of a generic term denoting a general form of food condiment and that all great hot sauces then are further named with some sort of cool and hot sounding name like Cajun Pete’s Bleed from your Eye’s Hot Sauce. Also realizing that there are perhaps 10s of fans of Roddi I propose that a fan club/racing team should be started called Hot Sauce and that all members are given nicknames denoting their hotness. Naturally, the hottest brand and the brand that all other Hot Sauce’s aspire to be would be Roddi too Hottie – Hot Sauce. If this concept is approved by his hotness, then I would begin filling out the required paperwork and I would further submit that I be called Kick in da Junk Hot Sauce or KID J for short. Seeing as there are now a grand total of almost ten posts on the R 2 H blog i feel that a fan club is long overdue. Please feel free to submit your own Hot Sauce name to show your support of his hotness and to officially join the fan club.