The day of the meeting I had the chance to mosey on down to Marengo and hang out with David, his Dad, his brother Mark, and Dave Nice, who was in the event. It was a fun, relaxing time. We stuffed race packets in David's home, and that was also where we had planned to sleep for the evening before the event. Kind of like a sleep over for adults! I had a spot all lined up on a couch, if I recall correctly.
|The Dirty Blue Box at the start line of T.I.v5|
Then it was time for the traditional call up for the race packets, which for T.I.v5 were in paper bags from World of Bikes in Iowa City that year. Previous to the event, I had made a concerted effort to weed out the no-shows and as I read off the names, I was noticing everyone was there, until I reached the one name that represented the only no-show of T.I.v5. I called the name out twice, and was just about to move on, when a female jumped up and said in a hurried voice that the man not present had transferred the entry to her. This was extremely amusing to me.
First of all, I have never allowed transfers of entries for Trans Iowa. Secondly, I knew this fellow was a pretty upstanding gent, and would have said something had this actually went down with the young lady. Thirdly, I had a female pestering me to get into T.I.v5 with about two weeks to go to the event via e-mail. I surmised that this was that very woman standing in front of me.
I admired her cheek, and I figured she was game to challenge me, so I would allow her to show me what she had. I slowly gave her the bag and asked her name, which she tersely pronounced and quickly turned away. Hmm..... "We'll see how that turns out", I thought to myself. And I filed that incident away for later consideration. It affected how I ran the Pre-Race meetings afterward to this day.
|The starting line was just outside of town at a cemetery for T.I.v5 (Image by Cornbread)|
Trans Iowa v5 was starting out real smooth. However; I wasn't banking on anything going "real smooth" for an entire weekend. I had the typical pre-event jitters and I remember that when David woke up early to take a shower, (because he couldn't sleep either), at 2am, I awoke as well and I was up for the duration, for the most part.
The weather started out chilly and as we awaited riders to come down for the start, we saw a string of LED lights form and meander down to our position. Soon the area by the cemetery, (a reference to T.I.v3's finish line), was buzzing with riders and conversations. It was going to be a smooth start, or so David and I were thinking as we strapped into the Dirty Blue Box for another Trans Iowa.
Tomorrow: A miscue in the dark....