Tacchino Roundup

I'm exhausted from the Tacchino, but not like Race Director Ken and his evil minion Jean "The Laminatrix" Colsant probably are. I'm been fighting off a sinus infection and bad ankle, and I definitely had a lot of S.G.O. yesterday, so I bagged the race and spent the day handing people my sausage. The sausage primes, that is. They went over pretty well, and I'm reasonably certain that there was one racer in the Women's 3-4 who was only racing to win the sausage, which she accomplished. Excellent.

If you want a taste of the Tacchino, go to Scott Thompson's excellent writeup about prep here, racing it here, and the afternoon scene (including Jake's big adeventure) here. Of particular note are Scott's typical strong performance (9th, Men's 35+45+ 3/4), Lindsey Hillesheim *crushing* the women's 3-4 field to earn her upgrade to Cat 3, Gwadzilla's burst of speed to drop a chasing pack of 6 and win a kielbasa, and the amazingly outstanding work of all the Coppis to put on a great race. This includes Coppis kicking in with prize ducats (Paul at Resource Dynamics Corp., and Lindsey H. with a donation to the Women's Elite pot), Coppis who brought beer or other stuff (Joe Metro), and Coppis who helped underwrite and put together the super tasty free barbecue chow down (Dave and Cheryl Battan). Thanks so much you guys, and to everybody who came out to race and spectate.

You want to know what the redesigned Tacchino course is about? It's about this:

High Speed Turns and Transitions are Truly Technical Features
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The Promoters Run You Into Them Fast Enough

Hills, Hills, Hills. Relentless Geography on This Course

Did I Say Hills? Why Yes, I Did