The Cincinnati 3 day Cross festival got my attention two years ago, because hell if racing cross for a double weekend was fun, racing cross during a work day had to be even better. Because 3 days of hard racing is better than two anytime right? hats off to Mitch Graham the visionary behind this event. Very well done.
I was impressed with the fun venues, sick junior programs, the folks from all over the country that come out and race, and getting to see some old friends. I was happy to get back out to Ohio for this year's three day.
Friday:
Let me say this. As a promoter, I try to never say anything bad about another promoter's race course. Because I wrote that you know where I'm going. Friday's course was brutal. No flow and pretty much a slog the entire time. There was a lot of climbing, part of the venue, and the two toughest were actually good features to the course. But it was so dry, the course so rough, and just not great flow. All most everyone came of the course saying "what the fuck was that!?" First time course, unusually dry ground, conspired to make this a little ugly.
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| maxwell with lucky number 13 |
That being said, I had a ton of fun racing. Battled with a number of the dudes in the top 5-10 in the OVCX series, one of the really fun technical features, was three "steps" on a hill side, each lap I'd start to dangle off the group just a bit, but I could ride the steps and pull myself back into the group for just one more lap. that was until the last lap when I kinda started pedaling squares. I had fun racing, but hot day, lots of climbing, just didn't love the course. Monkey and Bad Kat were kinda freaked out by the big descents on the course, both were kinda grumpy. I think Diane told Bad Andy on the line, "If I crash and die, tell fatmarc I loved him"
Both turned rage into top 10 rides. Race was super well organized, team parking ruled, beautiful park. Next year, pray for rain...
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| monk and bad kate and a ball of rage. |
At one of the races this weekend, I think it was Bailey Siemen's mother thanked me for cheering for her daughter. Which I said, "no problem glad to do it..." She followed up to ask if I was Weston Schempf, to which I replied, "well, Wes is my teammate and friend, but he's tall, dark and handsome, and I.. well I am fatmarc!"
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| mr. toney and bad andy- lucky number 13 again... |
Saturday:
Two years ago this course was burned into my mind as one of my favorites ever. I have to admit, after talking up this one for two years, I thought for sure there's no way it would be as good as I remembered. Fuck yeah, I was wrong, it was even better! Great use of space in a small park. Lots of tight twisty turns, quick ups and downs, and off camber. Without a doubt the Middletown course is my favorite cross course to race on anywhere. So fun.
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| Meatball shows the popular zombie look from the weekend. |
My race was good. Got a good start, and after the first two laps found myself dangling off the front group, with a solid chase group of 5 guys (containing Auer and Jonathan Seibold). I rode for lap by myself which totally sucked. Reminder, sucking wheel is easier than going it alone. Auer came up to me and pointed to his wheel, where I proceeded to stay for the next lap. With 2 to go I set off after a couple of other guys dangling just in front of me. I had Seibold and another dude maybe 5 seconds off of me, but I felt confident I could hold them off. Perhaps, too confident as with 1.5 to go, I came off a corner way too fucking hot, smashed into a wooden stake, and went ass over tea cups. I lost the guy I was closing in on, and 3 other spots in the fun little altercation. After hitting the deck really fucking hard, I was able to drag my humongous carcase to the finish for another fun, hard racing finish. Special thanks to Auer who sacrificed his race to drag me around for a lap and let me get back in it for the final run.
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| Auer looks great with the umbrella. |
Saturday night, Holiday Inn Express West Chester, Ohio- greatest holiday inn express ever. I'm getting cleaned up, and just out of the shower. Bathroom is really steamy so I kick open the door, thinking Monkey (who sees me naked all the time) and Bad Kat and Bad Andy are around the corner. I go about my business trying to get dressed, and manscape and what not when I hear, "Fatmarc, you know there's a big ass mirror out here?" I look up and see BA and Kat laying on the bed, as I was totally flashing them. Being naked doesn't usually embarrass me. I was a little embarrassed this day...
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| bad kat and bad andy scarred from being flashed by me. |
Sunday.
Greeted at the venue by the big bopper himself, Mitch Graham. Really nice guy. Two years ago I thought the course here was pretty pedestrian. Frankly a lot of climbing and not a lot of technical features. This year the course was totally rad. Smarter about the climbing, lots of off camber, and killer twisty corners. SUPER fun course. I think it makes my list of favorite courses, not at the top, but in the conversation. You know like Old School. It's not the funniest movie ever made but always in the conversation.
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| Monk never goes into the drops |
Race was kinda weird, got a killer start and had a super solid first lap. Second lap, the bike wouldn't go. I felt like I couldn't corner, the back wheel was sliding out in corners. I was hemorrhaging positions. It was ugly. I figured I rolled a tire or had a flat or something, so at the start of the third lap, I changed bikes thinking I had a flat. Man, like a light switch went on, I started moving forward. I was working through groups and battling through guys, I was suffering but moving up. After my disastrous 2nd lap, I just put my head down and got to suffering in a ball of rage as hard as I could. I didn't lose another position until the final 200 yards, when the last guy I slipped around came back around me. I jumped on his wheel, used him like a two dollar whore and jumped around him at the line. He was a super nice guy (bikeman.com) and was fun to battle the last quarter of a lap with.

Back at the car, Diane said there was nothing wrong with the rear tire on the bike. In fact it has 42lbs of pressure. (way too much). I told her I just couldn't corner the bike, or get any power down. She smiled at me. There was only really one logical explanation: The A bike was pretty tired after two days of racing, and the B bike was much fresher... Tired Bike. Totally makes sense to me.
As I was moving through one group, some dude yelled out, "bitch pass fatmarc!" So as I went back to my car to and the dude who I thought I passed rolled up to me, I pretty much thought I was gonna get punched in the face. Luckily he extended his hand and explained, "dude that was a great pass!" I was cheering for you, I wanted to come over and tell you that!" I replied, "sweet because I thought you were going to beat me up."
Super weekend of racing. Now I am spent.
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| awesome teammates. |
That was a lot. Pretty damn long write up. I didn't even talk about Monkey, or how great all my teammates did or getting to hang with Judy and Dominic or Katie and Mark. Or getting kicked off of C3 for ordering Thia food with Zero Hotness.
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| just in case you missed the other umbrella shot |
Thanks to Pittsburgh and all the cool fucking crossers that are so nice to me. I've never been to Pittsburgh proper, but I like to hope that if I ever end up there, I'd feel pretty much at home. Great people.
get to work before you boss realizes you just spend 20 minutes on my blog.
on to Granogue...
respect.
fatmarc