

CHECK OUT THE SELF PROCLAIMED "WORLDS TOUGHEST CHICK" ON ATTEMPT NUMBER TWO...BRUTAL SLAP DOWN!
AND I THOUGHT I HAD ALOT OF FREE TIME
This is Uma K. Super cool roadie snow kitty who resides in Portland, Oregon, home to world class cyclocross freeks and also now the home of Eagle County transplant Ryan McFarling, who most definitely was born with the mentally deficient Cyclocross Gene.
Anyway, Uma let me in on this triple top secret Portland hydration program, head to the mountains outside Portland on a day when it is DUMPING snow and consume as many snowflakes before they hit the ground as you possibly can, this in turn will turn you into mega strong fast barrier hopping cross racer person. Funny, I thought the program was to consume as many Guinness as possible during the week and show up at the race with your eyes looking like piss holes in the snow to be successful, maybe it's time for a new program? Thanks Uma, you da bomb!
THE VIEW OF THE ELK HEARD BEHIND HEAVY EQUIPMENT
I find it simply amazing while looking at these pictures I took today in Eagle Ranch that the "open space" just outside of Eagle Ranch is closed to recreational activity certain times of the year due to the fact that the powers that be, who sleep with the corporate monster that are responsible for monopolizing the Eagle Ranch concept, seem to make rules which cater to their own wants and needs. Seems the public is guilty of disturbing these ELK during calving season in the public "open space". I've been told that "we" stress the animals out too much to allow us to use the public land we pay to use. Funny, at a time when these Elk need to be flourishing while foraging for food during the winter months so they can be strong enough to calve in "open public" space during the spring time, they have been forced to feed on this soccer field and seek refuge from the construction which continues to crush their winter habitat. But no biggie right? As long as the developers continue to make the big bucks, it's all OK. I mean, how on earth do you get the ok to dig GIANT holes in a winter Elk Habitat, and get shut down for rolling silently on single track on fat, soft, rubber tires? Go figure. This herd of Elk is so stressed out with people gauking at them while walking their dogs both leashed and unleashed all day while at the same time losing all of their food habitat it's a bloody joke to think the Mt Bikers of this community are disturbing them in the spring when they head for the dark timber far away from any single track which has ever been ridin. But ya know, as long as you are under the covers on the right side of the bed, it's all good, right folks?
and everything in Kansas was covered with half inch of ice all weekend, including my ass...
So we get to our hotel, and the next exit has a Cabela's super store. Charlie and Burnsy have never been so I force feed a little good old boy, mid-american shopping on them. My favorite item in the 10,000 square foot store was this "kids toy" complete with a buck whose head moved when the jeep moved forward....notice the classy license plate. Pretty cool eh? So while the perfect little kids in the Vail Valley are playing video games, soccer and having there bed time stories read to them, the kiddies in Kansas are learning how to tie down and drive a half dead deer around on the hood of their Jeep CJ and learning how to grow corn and shoot pheasants, Kansas Rocks.
FIND THE THREE TURKEYS IN THIS PICTURE
(kind of like "where's waldo")
WELCOME TO THE ICE BOWL OF CYCLOCROSS IN KC
MORNING OF DAY 1....PRE RACE.
BURNSY PINNING THE JERSEY
FREEZIN ASS BEFORE THE U23 RACE
AND SINGLESPEED MAYHEM WITH THE REDCOATS.....the reference to the "pile up"...is none other than the boys, CB and Burnsy.
BURNSY TALKS ABOUT THE CRASH
Jake Wells chasing down the legend Steve Tilford, not only chasing him down later in the lap, but disposing of him on the last lap and taking him by a minute or so....Tilford never knew what hit him.
"Game on like Donkey Kong"
"Flogging himself like a rented mule"
The sprint to the line, dropping the pretenders.
Hopper, Wells and Wells...Jake Wells that is
PROUD POPPY
PHOTO MIA SULLIVAN
happy endings are awesome...
CHARLIE BROWN START, CHAMPIONSHIP AGE GROUP RACE.
This was the typical chaos at the start of every race coming into this corner off the pavement as riders battled for the "hole shot" to the dirt...fun stuff ladies and gentleman, bring out your extra large balls if you are gonna line it up, and be sure to have good health insurance.
And David Burn's Start in his National Championship bid, the start.
AND EVEN THE PRO FIELD STACKED IT....
JEREMY POWERS STACKS IT BELOW INTO THE SRAM FENCE
(HE WAS ABOUT 5TH WHEEL WHEN HE ATE IT)
And then there is my start on the frozen tundra of Kansas City, a solid start, followed by a series of linked disasters on the two miles of frozen mud ruts. And for the record, NED KICKED MY ASS.
Here are the results
http://www.kccrossnationals.com/PDF/RESULTS_PDF/11.pdf
And then there is this, my struggle along with everyone else in the 50+ group around the course after I ate shit HARD twice, in 12 degress and 20 knot winds on a course that was 2 miles of rock hard frozen ruts from the mudfest the day before...it aint pretty. It was only a matter of time before Ned Overend lapped me ending mine and alot of other rider's day.
COMPTON 4-PEATS
Katie Compton scrambling up the "big turd" run-up.
And local legend (Colo Springs) gone great, Katie Compton won her fourth National Championship in a row by soundly defeating Georgia Gould (third) and Rachel Lloyd (second) by crashing less than the other riders in her field. Katie had a couple of nasty spills during the race but was able to stay collected and gather herself better than the other women when she had difficulties. Katie's superior handling skills were the difference on this day as she dropped the field half way through the opening lap never to be contested over the next forty five minutes.
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