My two best riding buddies, Jaime and Steve, are doing the Phoenix Ironman Sunday, which I think is nutty. (Why get off a perfectly good bike and run 26 miles? Wouldn’t it be a lot quicker to just keep riding? I mean, I can understand why you have to swim the water bit, ’cause youre bike would get all rusty….) But I’ve nevertheless benefitted from their efforts, sucking their wheels for a lot of miles over the winter as they prepared. So this morning, their last ride before the race, I tagged along. Just a half hour in the foothills, serenaded by the squeek of new brake pads on their wacky carbon race wheels and a lot of pent up energy. At one point Jaime hit the gas on a little uphill and left me struggling trying to get onto his wheel. They’re good to go.