Not really a race report, more of a, “why isn’t everyone at the cross race?” kind of report. This could apply to any cyclocross race anywhere but it’s abundantly clear in Chicago.
Flyovers rock! The flyover did not disappoint anyone – unlike the new UCI rules – multiple pile ups across all classes provided constant entertainment. I hereby cast the first vote for the UCI to enforce a flyover obstacle at every race venue instead of their silly new rules.
Racing CX is exquisite, painful fun where spectating CX is just exquisite fun. I mean, where else are you going to see a bacon stuffing pepper?
Or a man in leopard tights or an aero helmet? Oh wait, triathlons.
Just because you happen to be a big time CX star doesn’t mean you have immunity to the heckling. If anything you may be subjected to more heckling, at least in Chicago.
Of course, the real reason to take the whole family to the CX races – faceplants!
Get the kids up, pack a lunch, skip church and head out to your local cyclocross race. Good times guaranteed.
My race, the Master’s 40+ class, goes off bright and early at 8:45 every week before any one else. The crowds haven’t shown up yet, only a few people are drunk and not too many hecklers. If you were to watch my race and leave and then come back for the last race of the day at 3, the 4B’s, you’d swear you came back to the wrong venue; crazy crowds, drunken hecklers, tampon & twinkie hand-ups. Yeah, I want to race 4B’s.
No hole-shot for me this week. Luckily, I preserved my call-up for next week. I had actually resigned myself to finishing outside the top 10 after battling what I thought for sure was a tapeworm for most of last week. That’s all I’m saying about that.
Next up: Elvis Cross, sure to be a barn burner, better clear your calendar.