The importance of heckling
Cyclocross race report, part 2
I approach a road crossing alone at the back. Where are the spectators to goad me?
For months I have been immersed in my first season of cyclocross awareness, following it with great and increasing interest. It is not the names, results or rankings that I care about; those don’t mean anything [...]
You tryin’ to catch me ridin’ dirty?
Cyclocross first race report, part 1
From the flyer for the Austin Cyclocross Scuffle: “Expect to ride through sand, dirt, grass and whatever else I can throw in there.”
Misery loves company, but I had very little on Saturday morning at my first cyclocross race. Caught behind an early pileup after several people fell on a sharp, [...]
