Cross Crusade #6: Ba...
posted by Editor
The best part of the muddy cyclocross races are they way that they make the racers look shell-shocked. Like they just fought the Battle of the Bulge. And lost. But one thing that is clear after a race like this; our crazy-eyed mouth-breathing spandex clad army would have totally dominated the Great War (or as my great uncle...
Cross Crusade 4 & 5: Astoria – October ...
posted by Editor
I was already on the fence about going to Astoria for the weekend. It was a long trip and a lot of money that could have easily been spent on other things, like the delicate lemon shortbread cookies from the New Seasons bakery. For the same price as my trip to the beach this weekend, I would probably be able to buy enough of these cookies to fill up a large plastic childrens swimming pool. Then I would climb into the cookie pool and try to eat my way out. For a cx racer of my limited abilities, this seemed like an equally rational alternative to driving 2 hours each way and spending 2 solid days riding and discussing bikes and bike racing. But there was one thing that swayed me towards Cross Crusade races #4 and #5: Bob’s Red Mill...
Cross Crusade #3: Ra...
posted by Cait
Two weeks ago, I swore off cyclocross. To my friends, the decision must have seemed rash, or probably just overly dramatic. After all, I had only really participated in one full race before formulating the life-altering decision to remove myself from the sport forever. But my early retirement was not without good reason and...
Cross Crusade #2: Wi...
posted by Editor
I had heard that the Wilsonville race was going to be at an abandoned mental institution now haunted by the ghosts of Ken Keasey, Abraham Lincoln, and the guy that played the crazy doctor in Canonball Run. And that the course would route us through the sanitarium, across an ancient Indian burial ground, through a spirit cave,...
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