Beer Handoffs, Bruises, and Wins
It's race #4 of the 5 race series and picture day for the team. We brought our best beer and our pretty faces. Darling Doug and I rode up together and were to meet Jimmy and Steve-O at the race for a pre race party picture.
We arrive with the wind. It's a sunny Colorado day at 50 degrees but the wind is gusting in excess of 45mph. We're watching the Cat 3 race get blown away. The wind even picked up a set of wheels from the pit and rolled them down to the local pond.
Fortunately for all the cross racers, there is not a tree on the course so you get the full effect of the wind. Doug and I strolled over to the sign ups. As we released the promoter from any damages to ourselves and others, Katie Compton rolled into a 3rd place in the Mens Cat 3. All I have to say is watch out for her come 4 weeks in Rhode Island.
We get all dressed up, placed our cooler of beer in the pits and wait. We wait and wait. No Jim No Steve. We warm up by riding this time.
On our return, we see Steve. He has his Limba rigged up as a single speed. You gotta see this. It looks awesome and I should of snapped some photos. The new Limbas have adjustable drop outs so you can run a geared bike or a one gear. This ride is super cool. We never see Jim and I still haven't heard from him.
We line up at the start to get the "60 minutes of racing" from Mr. Crandal and race announcer Dave Towles is getting attacked by a soccer mom. He was incredible to announce the entire thrashing as she unleashed her fangs and dug into his cold raw skin. Dave survived to announce "Drunkcyclist.com" over and over to race and soccer fans as the lapped through the start finish.
The gun shot off and so did the 16 year old National Champion riding for Redline. He was on a mission. By the end of lap one, he and the wind had split the field. There were only 4 of us left. So I countered into the wind. I was solo for the rest of the race riding my own pace and increasing my gap. Luckily my gap was good because I had the inevitable "in the lead" crash. I survived to win but could not race Sunday due to a huge contusion on the inside of my leg. I could barely walk after the race.
Doug has had better days and Steve-O too. They got together for some multiple lap PBR handoffs. I came back to the pits with a six pack of cans crushed. Somehow, Doug finished 9th and Steve finished in the pits.
Another good day for the Drunkcyclist presented by Voodoo CX team. Next week, Steve and Jim are on their own to battle the Boulderites. Doug is off to visit family for the holidays and mix in a little Crankbrother Grand Prix action in the San Fran area. I'm doing the same but in North Cack-a-lackie----funny how you plan trips around cross races.
I hope Jim is OK.
We arrive with the wind. It's a sunny Colorado day at 50 degrees but the wind is gusting in excess of 45mph. We're watching the Cat 3 race get blown away. The wind even picked up a set of wheels from the pit and rolled them down to the local pond.
Fortunately for all the cross racers, there is not a tree on the course so you get the full effect of the wind. Doug and I strolled over to the sign ups. As we released the promoter from any damages to ourselves and others, Katie Compton rolled into a 3rd place in the Mens Cat 3. All I have to say is watch out for her come 4 weeks in Rhode Island.
We get all dressed up, placed our cooler of beer in the pits and wait. We wait and wait. No Jim No Steve. We warm up by riding this time.
On our return, we see Steve. He has his Limba rigged up as a single speed. You gotta see this. It looks awesome and I should of snapped some photos. The new Limbas have adjustable drop outs so you can run a geared bike or a one gear. This ride is super cool. We never see Jim and I still haven't heard from him.
We line up at the start to get the "60 minutes of racing" from Mr. Crandal and race announcer Dave Towles is getting attacked by a soccer mom. He was incredible to announce the entire thrashing as she unleashed her fangs and dug into his cold raw skin. Dave survived to announce "Drunkcyclist.com" over and over to race and soccer fans as the lapped through the start finish.
The gun shot off and so did the 16 year old National Champion riding for Redline. He was on a mission. By the end of lap one, he and the wind had split the field. There were only 4 of us left. So I countered into the wind. I was solo for the rest of the race riding my own pace and increasing my gap. Luckily my gap was good because I had the inevitable "in the lead" crash. I survived to win but could not race Sunday due to a huge contusion on the inside of my leg. I could barely walk after the race.
Doug has had better days and Steve-O too. They got together for some multiple lap PBR handoffs. I came back to the pits with a six pack of cans crushed. Somehow, Doug finished 9th and Steve finished in the pits.
Another good day for the Drunkcyclist presented by Voodoo CX team. Next week, Steve and Jim are on their own to battle the Boulderites. Doug is off to visit family for the holidays and mix in a little Crankbrother Grand Prix action in the San Fran area. I'm doing the same but in North Cack-a-lackie----funny how you plan trips around cross races.
I hope Jim is OK.
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