Be Nice

One morning last week I was hailed by a guy with a broken chain and stopped to help since I had a tool and he didn’t. “That guy” turned out to be the head of Chrome Bags, so my good citizenship was rewarded by his generosity in the form of shoes:

Santa came early – new kicks! be nice out there….

Always race hard, occasionally race fast

My return to Sierra Point was two years in the making. My initial experience there was in my first year racing. The result – a DNS. The rare abbreviation: did not start. Yeah, endo-ing in the pre-ride is pretty pro. This time around, I raced probably one of my cleanest races to date. Certainly my best single speed effort. Of course that doesn’t necessarily translate into placing. Not that it really matters.

Turn that grimace into a pain face (courtesy of Kevin White)

On Sandbagging

So I led the Cat C field after the first lap and managed to get 4th overall at Stafford Lake. I know what you’re thinking – “How is that possible? Aren’t you slow?” That’s what I thought too, but with just the right conditions strange things can happen: even I can be a sandbagger.

If you’re going to be a sandbagger, make sure it looks like you’re working hard (photo by Veronika Lenzi)

Time to Suffer

I don’t know what it is about Halloween weekend that means cross cranks the suffering up to 11. With the past couple years up in Astoria for a mudfest at the Cross Crusade series, this year promised to be drier with a trip down to Santa Cruz for Surf City. Luckily, relatively dry courses can still be painful.

[Did anyone get a picture of me trying to strangle myself with course tape?]

Fastest 45 Minutes

If you were at the Bay Area Superprestige at Candlestick Point and heard a loud noise about 45 seconds after the SS B race started, it was probably this:

How to race 45 minutes in 45 seconds