Oh baby! I've been off the bike for almost two months now enjoying life's finer pleasures. It's the little things like having the arm strength to go surfing, training my legs with dance marathons instead of riding, and powering through bacon themed meals. Yes, life has been good, but I can't fight it, I'm addicted to the bike. And it's time to relapse.
So even though I've only done one real ride since I got back from England I decided to kit up and tackle one of the famed Folsom Rodeo Cross races. Alas, I was woefully unprepared. I hadn't touched my rig since I raced in Portland last December and it was rusted and crusted so badly it was almost impossible to tell that it was a bicycle. But one of the perks of working for a cycling company is that we have a professional mechanic in house. Booyah!
Bobby T., the 14 year old prodigy that Josh is mentoring. The only thing faster than his riding is his mouth. Robert is roughly half my size and every bit as fast, so if you crunch the numbers that makes him twice as cool as I am. Curses.
Stop number two was to nab Chris "The Staz" Stastny, aka the "Czech Dream". Chris is a total crusher who races for the famed Cal Giant squad, and I don't want to give away the ending, but he used his Tour of China fitness to humiliate the Men's Asfield.
The true question of the night was not who would win the Men's A race, but who would triumph in the Bobby T./Parnes battle royale. We both had the benefit of a professional pit crew (love ya, Joshy), and we were both rocking Williams Cyclocross wheels. But while Bobby T. is faster and more technically adept, he has to take about 8 steps in between barriers where I only need one, graceful leap. It would prove to be a tight race.Folsom Rodeo Cyclocross. These guys do an amazing job of putting on a fun, low key event that is laid back enough that anyone can come try a race, but well organized enough to attract serious racers. Plus, the course was probably the coolest I've ever raced. It combined gravel pits, pitch black barriers and the sweetest, technical singletrack chaos you've ever seen, all twisting through a forest. At night. Awesome! Toss in some costumed superheroes and a raucous crowd and you have the perfect evening of cyclocross.
Chris won, I fauxdiumed, Bobby T. hung tough with guys twice his age and size, and Dr. J got free beer and handed up the entire contents of my wallet to excited racers. Top that off with a burrito stop on the way home and you have darn near the best night ever.
I know where I'll be next Wednesday night, and if you live within two hours of Folsom you should be there too. And with any luck we'll drag the boss out there next week and then we'll really have some good material for this blog!