Things I'm bad at:
-keeping track of my mug
-remembering to wash my pants every month
This is me. Stick boy is behind me. He's about to lap me.
Murrysville was my first 'cross race of the season. I had to sprint to hold Stick off. But after that I settled back into my apathetic pace. I tried a lap on Don Power's geared bike, and I think I was slower on that than I am on my brakeless-fixed gear-29er thing.
I just can't take racing 'cross seriously. Doing the same grassy lap over and over and over starts to makes me lose interest.
Mud makes it a little better. At least then I get to throw down sweet skidz in the corners.
But hell, I'll be honest, I didn't used to go to 'cross races to race. I went to be an ass. I miss the donuts:
The good days of whipped cream bunny tails, puffs of powdered sugar, and donut shaped welts. I miss them.
The only thing as good as donutting a friend in the face while they're on a bike is donutting a friend in the face while they're not on a bike.
But now donuts are banned. And I guess it's better that way. People shouldn't be distracted from the somber business of bicycle racing. It's very important stuff. I mean, I would never throw donuts at a surgeon during open heart surgery, or at a baby that was being baptized, so I don't know why I thought it was ok to throw donuts at racers.
I'm going to do one more 'cross race this season, the Little Washington 'Cross, just so I can put Old Meat Scissors Morrison back in his place.
His place is behind me: