Cyclocross Update

Because of numerous symphony gig conflicts, my cross racing schedule is shrinking faster than Grandpa's pud in the pool. That being said, now that I live 3 blocks from Owens Field Park, it's pretty easy to ride over, set up the barriers and have a fun 25 minutes of riding around in the grass and crashing on the dismounts one out of every 4 tries. Yesterday evening, I rolled over after work about 10 minutes before dusk. I set up the barriers and did a few "rounds". I stopped to take a sip of water and upon looking up, I noticed a crackhead, blank-faced staring right at me as he squatted behind the memorial stadium dumpster. It appears he was in mid-deuce when I started up my barrier practice. For some reason, I decided to ignore him and go back to practice as I had only a few more minutes of daylight. When I gathered the courage to look back at the dumpsters, the phantom shitter was gone. Only in Columbia. Jesus. Happy Halloween.

(Practice shots from last Friday)




Because of numerous symphony gig conflicts, my cross racing schedule is shrinking faster than Grandpa's pud in the pool. That being said, now that I live 3 blocks from Owens Field Park, it's pretty easy to ride over, set up the barriers and have a fun 25 minutes of riding around in the grass and crashing on the dismounts one out of every 4 tries. Yesterday evening, I rolled over after work about 10 minutes before dusk. I set up the barriers and did a few "rounds". I stopped to take a sip of water and upon looking up, I noticed a crackhead, blank-faced staring right at me as he squatted behind the memorial stadium dumpster. It appears he was in mid-deuce when I started up my barrier practice. For some reason, I decided to ignore him and go back to practice as I had only a few more minutes of daylight. When I gathered the courage to look back at the dumpsters, the phantom shitter was gone. Only in Columbia. Jesus. Happy Halloween.