Doing a mountain bike race on 4/20

Saturday: Race at the lake. I break rule number 1 of cycling and get dropped from the break. The break had the race winners + me in it. A PRO guy called me at least 3 things that cant be said on television. That was awesome. Mayhew and I were wondering if it is just a midwest crit thing or what, but dudes are turbo aggro and talk tons of smack and are really mean to you. I said "oh thats really nice."

Sunday: WVMBA race. I was in 4th place sitting behind a current national champion. Awesome, race is halfway over, Im feeling good. Shocks on a mountain bike rule. I FLATTED. If this were a road race, my day would be over. I would either get a new wheel and draft back on or be done for the day. Its not like that at a mountain bike race. It took me literally 8 minutes to change the tire, that sucked. Some dude gave me a C02 when he saw me wrestling with Gunnar's pump that Gunnar gave me when I realized that I didnt have a pump.(did you follow that?). I couldnt figure out how to use the CO2 so I just stood there until Chris Mcgill tossed me his pump, which unlik gunnars crap pump and my nonexistent pump, actually worked really really well. It didnt suck as bad as the 101 where I had to get the 15MM wrench out to loosen the bolts, but sucked none the less. I get back on my bike and dudes are like "get back up there bro." and other such positive things. Chased back on for like 12th place.

The whole race I was torn between "this is awesome" and "if I crash I might seriously die, there are rocks and tree stumps everywhere."

Yozell had shoefly pie from amish country after the race. It was awesome.

Do I race the NORBA national this weekend and try to win my age group expert, or do I do ephrata and pray to finally get into a lancaster county breakaway?

Any Pittsburghers have tubeless 29'er geared wheels they want to rent me for the next week?