she was a good one, she always is…that slosscross. UCI officials would have croaked = what american cyclocross means to me.
NOLA/ATL/WA all came to get some, and the gettin’ was got. It was a weird season with Alabama cyclocross being stretched into forms it’s never seen before and I think it was good, for the most part. The one thing I noticed missing was atmosphere. For some reason the festive side took a shot and it seemed to be much more about racing, just straightforward racing…like a bike race? But I missed it, it made me wonder. Then sloss came around. All the love lost was found again, the baby woke up, the baby heckled,the baby was inhebriated, the baby was back.
Hobo fires, cookouts,mud,creepy critter woods art,turns,barriers,beers,cheers.
That’s my report.
Till next year. Till next year.