I THOUGHT THE RACING SEASON WAS OVER?

I’M SO EXCITED ABOUT TOMORROW’S RACE.  Not because the venue has cut an entirely new network of single track, not to see all my pals, and certainly not because I decided to race the 8 hours solo division…

… because it’s going to be so darn cold tonight.

Previously, I’d be okay with that.  I’d sleep great in my Costco down mummy.  Everything would be great until I got out of that protective barrier because come morning…

… the van morphs into a giant icebox.

No longer, I hope.

The great Steve, master of all things mechanical, installed a tiny diesel heater for me.  In true Steve fashion, he performed all kinds of upgrades and customization, vastly improving the out of the box set up.  He also installed the seat swivels that I’ve had waiting for way too long.

Just now, I noted the thermometer inside was reading 60 degrees.  That’s normal.  I had my big parka on and my feet were cold.  Also normal.  Then I thought, let’s test that heater out.

15 minutes later, we at 68.

That’s the lowest setting. 

It’s a pretty low-tech unit, pulling diesel from the van's tank.  No thermostat. 

With much colder temps coming through the night, it should be just right inside my little cave on wheels.

You know what they say...

... warm hands, ready to rip heart.

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160.1 (weight is back to normal)
7 hrs 
1 Strength Circuits
10 minutes recovery 
60 minutes reading + Journaling