bigfoot lives in my backyard...

Saturday beckons. Cross is here.

I’m like a kid before Christmas morning.

I gotta be honest here. I made the mistake of looking at the pre-reg list for the Master’s 1/2/3 class.

the Chunky Monkey Dessert... My favorite.

It’s a murder’s row folks. Frankly, might be the deepest, most talented cross race I have ever entered.

Initially, I was intimidated.

Me, I’m just some dude. There are some real deal mother fuckers in that class.

I love cross. I work hard at it. I take pride in my work. I spread the gospel.

I’m gonna go bull durham on you here.

“I want to go out and ride my bike hard, and do my best. We’ll let the chips fall where they might.”

And I mean it.

Time Trial went well last week. I was considerably better than the time I thought I would run.

I’ve set some aggressive goals for myself this season. I tend to do that.
At the heart of it all, I want to feel good on the bike. I want to race my nemeses and victims.

Points or no points I want to walk away from this year, feeling better about the season than I did last year.

Pumpkin Muffin. Growing my muffin top everyday.

Where initially, I felt intimidated, I have to admit I’m kind of  excited to throw myself into the mosh pit that will be the master’s race Saturday.

It’s going to be a great year…

Granogue Cross- voted America's toughest cross race by cyclingnews...

congrats to the DCCofD and Velo Amis...
Respect
fm

God Damn Hipster and his fixed gear jalopy crashed our mellow spin out.