And only one of the beasts was a Great White. Chicks don't necessarily dig scars. If you ever get the chance to sing the national anthem before the start of a race, do it. Just make sure you know the words and start an octave lower than you normally sing. Sunscreen is over rated.
Hats are under rated.
You paid the damn entry fee. There are two kinds of cyclists. Those who have crashed and those who are going to crash. Imagine what it would be like to drive out into some barren and lonely stretch of land all by yourself, park your car in a rutted, dirt lot next to a shallow and murky pond lined with duck crap. You remove your bike, lay it against the car and set your running shoes up on the hood.