
Morning Ride to Dave's House
I rode my first Cyclocross race this weekend and I’d have to say I’m pretty hooked. It’s wicked fun. Although the racing never ended up getting wet, the commute over did. Therefore completing the weekend and making a truly genuine experience of it all, or at least good enough for my Desert Rat ways.
I decided to race the B’s since I really have no idea what I’m doing, and aside from a few practice sessions in the park, I’ve never really picked up my bike. I somehow won the Time Trial (by one second) which was mostly downhill for the first 1/3, flat for a bit then up hill for the last half. I decided to tuck on the downhill and power up the two hills. The only run, which split the two hills and consisted of a barrier and a bridge, was horrible, I must have looked like a newborn giraffe trying to run with a bike. I would have to say the only thing that saved me was some sort of pacing ability from road racing.
The crit, was a crit. Luke who was ridding strong, and eventually won the overall, was even on a road bike. I feel like the course should have been more technical but being a roadie it played into my hands. A little bit of tactics here and knowledge of when to go hard there and I was through the crit.

The first day always threatened rain.
The last day was intense. This is where most of my learning came from. IT’S ALL ABOUT STARTING POSITION. I messed that up and relaxed a little bit on the first run up the hill and got behind some other racers. Not a good idea. As I was riding ass with my high beams on Luke was opening up a sizable gap. Once I got out into the open it was Davis and I chasing Luke. At least for half a kilometer, because then I messed up a remount and was again, behind other racers, this cyclocross stuff is hard. So again, I have to fight to see open trail ahead of me and as soon as I do it’s tempo again. At the end of the first lap Davis has 25 seconds and Luke is 45 ahead of me. Next lap around Davis is at 15 seconds, I think it’s going well and I’m pacing, then I get a flat. I don’t have a spare wheel and I’ve lent out my last tube. So after completing the third lap I bring it in, grab a beer, get all sorts of grumpy about the situation and go home.
I guess it was a true Cyclocross trip, rain and mishaps. But I’m having fun, and that’s good.