What a great weekend of Cross racin in Boulder. At a time when the weather Gods can absolutely crush you morally, the weather was stellar both days and the racing was fierce with Ryan Trebon just killin it in both pro fields. From an amateur racers standpoint, I have FINALLY accepted the fact that I am just an older amateur cyclocross racer who MUST compete against a bunch of ex pro roadies from the front range if I am going to continue to race the discipline which I hold dearest to my heart....there is nothing better than the atmosphere, the venue, the fans, the courses and the effort of a cross race...period. Accepting finishing mid pack in a field of 60 or 70 riders in my situation makes the experience pretty damn fulfilling and so much fun...as it is acutally the race with-in the race which keeps you going hard to the finish, giving every last ounce of effort to catch the guy in front of you, or to stay in front of the guy bearing down on you from behind.....
The start of 100 crossers....it can be challenging to say the least.The weekend was a celebration of Cross. Saturday's race was super fun at the Boulder Res as the course was much more forgiving than last weeks, great seeing Dave Griebling from SQUIRT lube there...then after pounding Sushi on Pearl Street it was time for some much needed rest...when the call comes at the hotel room...from Jake Wells, PARTY at Dave's house (Mafia Racing's Team Manager) in east Boulder...well, in the great spirit of Cross racing, I decide that a party sounds much more fun than watching HBO in my La Quinta room by myself and head to the party. Mafia Racing has got their shit together! Race hard, play harder, then get up early and race hard again, with or without a hangover. The party was a BLAST....thanks Mafia. All kinds of folks there from up the hill...the Wells family, Kansas Jay, Yogi, and most importantly Amy Hermes, thanks for wearing the tight jeans Amy, you've got an ass for the ages.
Trebon and Wicks, the Kona Twin Towers, warming up.
One of the downfalls of racing 45+ is that the races start EARLY. When you have tried to hang with a bunch of young bucks the night before who race for Mafia...that can be a disasterous combo. Despite it, I got there in timely manner, had a better start, and managed to beat four or five guys that have been taking me to the wood shed all season. (were you guys at the party as well?). Perhaps the biggest story of the weekend...Mario C. More on that in the next post. You go boy.
Todd Wells, a crowd favorite, bunny hopped the barriers every lap.
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