Its Always a Party, Rarely a Race.

Its no ones fault but my own that I had to go home early after Fiasco 36. But I'm still pissed about it.

Beneath a logo-less moon we snaked our way through south city to Carondelet Park for a night at the races. The race was one lap around the Carondelet Park criterion course that the racers do on Tuesday nights in the summer. We had different classes for different bike set ups so that everyone got a fair chance at the podium. There was no official USCF time keeper on hand so all records are unsanctioned but from what I remember the FBC was setting some blistering times. Special mention goes out the FBCer who destroyed the old record for fastest lap while smoking a pipe. Congratulations to all the racers who participated.

After the races I reluctantly went home. But the FBC kept on. Several members went on to explore East St. Louis until lunchtime on Saturday. Well done FBC, well done.