The Cycle-Smart Fantastical Tournament of Cyclocross Racing is HANDS DOWN my favorite race of the year. I love the course, I love the town and I love making weird allusions to Jeremy Durrin’s penis.
I got a box o’ socks from my friends at People For Bikes. Well, specifically, probably one friend. Also included in the box was a collection of COFFEE.
This is great because I am a person who likes bikes, and I like pushing the agenda of a bicycle as a fantastic mode of transportation. I also like socks and coffee.
I grabbed two pairs of socks, a few packages of coffee, my camping stove and bike racing shit and hopped in Curtis’ car and OFF WE ZIPPED to Providence (we could not take bikes to Providence, as this was an instance in which a car was a better mode of transportation).
UHOH! My begging WORKED, and now, like a temper-tantrum throwing child who was given candy so he would SHUT THE FUCK UP, I have learned that I can get what I want by writing lengthy blog posts. Continue reading SRAM SOCKS and NOR’EASTERS.
With a lunch-time trip to Exeter Cycles, the remaining bits of my steerer tube were removed and my cross bike is now FULLY SLAMMED. New cables and housing are coming next week, so the front brake cable/housing won’t be as gigantic.