Who Says I Hate OPUS?
January 31st, 2007 |A few of us are intimately familiar with the economics of OPUS races. The promoter doesn’t need me there; it’s a goldmine with the turnout of recent years. And the club deserves the money for hassle of promoting the race, but missing my entry fee isn’t making a big dent.
I don’t try to convince anyone to stay away; I tell riders to have a good time and wish ‘em good luck. But when people ask me if I’m riding, I’m not about to force them to go to OPUS instead of going riding with me.
I don’t hate it, but I’ve moved on. After nearly one hundred races there, all mystery is gone. It’s not fun unless I’m flying fitness-wise, and it’s not very good training when I’m not. And surely there’s enough sketchiness in that huge group without my fat ass. If I have friends who want to go mix it up, I might. That’s it.
And as Snide and I agree, the best thing about OPUS is the ride home, in the dark, with friends.
