I get 'cross

My journal of cyclocross
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will not miss
Cleaning my bike in the dark, every weekend for 17 weekends

Getting my bike out of the shed the following weekend to find, there are still smeary marks and bits of dirt I missed.


Digging twigs, stones and clumps of sand from the seal of the washing machine


Training on a turbo in pitch black


Car Tetris


Jet washing my shoes, daily rotating the newspaper stuffing and pray they will be dry by the next weekend


Getting up a 7am on Saturday/Sunday and missing a re-run of Frasier by driving to a cyclocross race

Going on the M1





will miss
ViCiOUS pint-sized cheerleaders and 'Paul' the mud dumpling

Shredding off road on skinny tyres, feeling out of control and trying to go faster


Winning cyclocross races


Followed by awkward podium presentations

Signing people's autographs


Having a slightly bruised shoulder on Monday mornings


Running on muddy paths around Tooting Common as the sun comes up


Hanging out with ViCiOUS velo at races, making jokes, having ideas showers, smashing into bushes, yelling at them from the sidelines 


Trying to race in the cyclocross motherland 


The peculiar smell of damp mud


Finding a secret line on a section of course to go faster than everyone else


When people in the crowd call your name and cheer with as much energy as they can muster


Riding on the turbo and getting to that point where your muscles feel so tired they they fizz then feel white hot, sort of cold but that makes you try to go faster













My bikes are now in the loft, seven months and counting.


CX returned earlier that usual this year thanks to Sean, a local race organiser (and lad that who used to be in the same Primary school class as me).

He single handedly set up, ran, organised and promoted a six race series and offered two training days for newer riders.

I rode the final two rounds, finishing 1st in both, of course.
On Monday I took my disposable camera to the last race. I tucked it into my skinsuit pocket and attempted to snap away.

Big thanks to Sean and the summer series volunteers (www.summerseries.co.uk). Best thing I've been too and can only happen when people help for free.

I walked away with 80 euros of bike shop vouchers, 8 apples, 2 nectarines, some Ana Nichoola gloves and some sick pictures.
The girl that attended all the races and won the series overall got some sweet Hope Disc brakes (JEL).