Ok. Here it goes....

Over the weekend, we had our first official 2005 Drunkcyclist/Voodoo CX team race!

Flats were the story of the day. I think everyone in the race got at least one but we are focusing on us. We got flats. Everyone on the team at some point. There were orchards of goatheads we were riding through. We weaved left and we weaved right but still flat. Darling Doug and I flatted right away on the first lap. So who do you think I see in the pit but my team mate and only one spare front wheel. I got it first and Doug helped himself to wheels next to ours. OK now we both have dropped into the mid pack of about 40 starters. No worries. We have almost an hour to catch everyone. We start picking riders off left and right through this highly technical course that runs through the only mud within 20 miles---at least it's natural mud. We all run the mud to keep the bikes clean and shifting properly. For the next 40 minutes, I see and hear nothing. I'm in pain and have no idea where I'm at--place wise. Finally, Marcia (some of you remember her) gives me the update---"6th and about a minute back!" Shit, there are three guys in front of me. I collect them up over two laps and have a lap left to hold on. I finish 3rd and 49 seconds back to who else---T Brown. Doug finished 11th. Jimmy Jam rode well inside the top ten all day till he double flatted. He pumped up some tires to finish on and did a 19th. All in all only 23 guys finished. I never heard if the owner of Doug's borrowed wheel needed it but we heard no complaints.

We then proceeded to the nearest car wash since there are no awards for cross racing in Colorado. The car wash was interesting with 3 naked guys spraying each other with a high pressure hose. I just kept thinking of Zoolander without the gas.

Next up is the Foothills Series on Saturday and then up to Boulder for another race on Sunday. We've adopted a new strategy by placing an ice cold case of PBR at the pits for anyone who needs one. I hope it works.