Clearly, I’m training for cx… can’t you tell? Geez! (Thanks Yakima for the veggie dawg!)
I sometimes feel a little guilty for showing up to watch some racing and not actually racing. The promoter scowls at me, industry types heckle me for being so PRO and too disaffected to even consider doing some lowly local race. “what no UCI points on the line? I’ll not bother getting my tyres dirty for this nonsense!” People walk over during the race: “what happened!? did you drop out?!” Nah. Just chillin, I wanted to come out and hang out and watch my pals race!
We were riding home from the STXC finale and I waved (like I normally do) at some hipsters headed the other way and they scowled back: “singlespeed!” in disdain at our spandexyness, and cable housing.
Earlier in the morning, I was driving downtown and began crossing the Burnside bridge. When suddenly this kid on a fixie in the opposite bike lane blasts the wrong way across all four lanes of traffic on the bridge, in front of my car and heads the wrong direction down into the bike lane to my right. I smirk a little and then laugh, as I drive past a new-to-lycra and STXC-citybiker riding the correct direction in the bike lane, shaking her head visibly as we both silently acknowledge one of the dumber moves on a bike we had seen today.
Man, if only I had electronic shifting!! Then those young whipper snappers would really have something to resent me for!
My house is kinda obsessed with this lady. I’m not naming names, but a couple of my housemates have mad crushes on her. I’ve already sent her off an email inviting her to try cyclocross.
Oh wait! Except for the small detail that the Cross Crusade promoters (total hosers in my book) have decided to cancel the series this year.