CycoCross

Racing around a horse track and fair grounds this weekend. They say it's spectator friendly and with a Victory Brewing tent at the top of the run up and bleachers in the middle I'd have to agree. I raced 60 minutes of purgatory and ended up in 34th!. "Purgatory" because you know how to get out, but the act of leaving the course is denied you unless someone laps you. I don't want to quit, but I don't want to get lapped, but what is the point of racing for 34th place?
Venturing from the North was a contentious group from Independent Fabrication. Drew from Engin cycles invited a mini collective of hand made bicycle builders to come and set up a tent with wares to wow the crowds.
The crowds were wowed. I of course didn't take a picture of anything I should have. Like the beautiful bikes on display, or the company tent, or a group photo of someone sticking their tongue out with beers in hand.
It's strange that when I think of cross racing, images of chaotic elbow rubbing, line snatching and throat scorching from the friction of breathing so hard are the memories I keep. I'd think that my photo's would sort of reflect that, but when I go back to them I mostly see these tranquil images.


Drew from Engin. His bikes got some bikesnobnyc time. Which I think means bike snob was at the race. It's sort of like realizing that someone had been in your house, sifting through your drawers while you were asleep.
Topher in form.
A barrier shark lying in wait.
Pink Socks in the kitty litter.
That man is Pete. He was the Colavita Team mechanic for the 08 season.
Indy Fab's head of shipping and quality control. Leah. She explained she tried to smile.
Race director Kelly.