at the start of our first cyclocross race.
i'd raced alleycats on my track bike.
i rode mountain bikes before all this 700c business.
i even had a SSCX bike for a couple years and took that to the trails.
it spent a bunch of that time set up fixed too. that was fun.
but i had sold that bike to fund a disc CX riserbar bike.. aka a hybrid,
which ended up being my do-it-all rig.
i never planned on racing. especially being back east, off the bike, and out of shape.
especially in cyclocross, a discipline renowned for being painful and vomit-inducing.
when i goaded my good friend frank into getting a cross bike,
all i wanted was a partner to ride trails with.
i should have known that he'd want to race it; he was an ironman racer.
and i couldn't disappoint him; he had purchased cause i had told him to.
so i bought a clipless setup (i was a clips n straps or flat pedal guy), trained barriers one night,
and went out to staten CX to play in category 4.
to my surprise, i didn't get dead-fucking-last!
i started mid-pack, got passed a few times,
and i even beat my ironman friend by one (1) spot.
74/100 for zero training and having rode maybe 10 miles that month,
i was happy. and amped to race more than just once next season.
then i can have some goals (gasp!) to shape training (gasp!) around.
i thought bike riding was supposed to be fun.
but there will always be weirdos like this:
see you out there in the dirt!
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