And then suddenly

Everything is resolved. Not just one but doubly.

Car is working again, and soccer was cancelled.

Hooked the battery back up, checked fuel pressure at the rail (30 psi btw)... Started like the battery was low but it started and stayed running.

Let it idle for a while, drove to the shop. Turned it off, because if it didn't start again I know I can leave it there as long as I need to. But it started there absolutely flawlessly.

While at the bike shop I got an email saying the fields are closed, they are too wet. So no need for two cars or to be packed up really early and race right to the venue in the van and hope to have enough time to get ready.

Kind of like reading a suspenseful book, except i'm the character being tested and it seems like i'm living it with no way out and then suddenly inexplicably everything worked out.  This time.  Meanwhile there's the massive dark shadow of the deteriorating government of this place, i fear no matter the groundswell that someone is going to make sure the current system stays in place and cheetohead keeps fucking the world up.

Climate change? Pfft, whatever.

So yeah while this small bit of stress has resolved itself, there's still plenty of shit to worry about. But some of us are cursed with awareness and an empathy that prevents us from rolling through life carefree and happy.

But hey, I GET TO RACE GLOUCESTER! Although I'm in the back row with Chris Y and Matt Snow and even Ryan Kelly. Although I don't expect to see Ryan for very long. But maybe I'll manage to pull a few tricks I've learned over the years and not get totally destroyed. Maybe I'll even stay on the lead lap, but I doubt it.  But it doesn't matter. I'm looking forward to that challenge. I've got nothing to prove, no sponsors to represent, just racing, for me. And because it is the 20th G-ster, kind of cool to be there for that.

I suppose I should clean the bike off from Tuesday's mud. Although maybe the drive up will do it for me. May not worry about it. Not worrying about the fact that my wheels are insanely heavy, or that my back tire is pretty much bald, and that they are way too wide for mud. It will be what it will be and it will be nice to race.

Even as slow as I am right now.

Probably should eat dinner tonight. Was so fucking wrecked on Wed that I didn't eat. Yesterday got so crazy at work that I didn't eat at all, until dinner.

Ah well.

Tomorrow.

The saga of the GeWilli continues...

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