Let us speak plainly.
The race did not go as planned.
Buried on the start line despite my early arrival. 4o-something headed into the single track.
Are you kidding me?
It’s my own fault. I battled and battled to pull back positions. Faster on every lap. I lost this effort from the gun. Line up early. Line up bitchy. Line up in front. You hear me?
17th out of 50 in the B field. Hardly respectable, but the best I could do for today. I’ll be back, suckers. I’ll. Be. Back.
Sierra C. came out and represented hard core, despite 5 chain drops. Lindsay delivered with a 6th place and Abby Jenkins? Let’s just say that Abby won the B field on a single speed.
My new hero? Maybe.
I passed beginner after beginner, encouraging as I went. Our own Britt hollered back as I remounted after barriers. Shes a warrior and a queen. Traci D eluded my chase and held her own in a a huge field.
We rallied, represented, and raged.
I hate Alpenrose. I hate it. Vehemently.
But ErikV came through the field and I unleashed the man-yell, embarrassing him thoroughly. Here is my family in the rain. Here is my family in the mud. I hollered enough to drown out my cowbell. I screamed, “Portland Velo loves Kevin Hulick!” and Mr. Huklick waved. I screamed, “Happiness is Overflowing!!” and the A super relaxer waved.
It rained and rained and rained and rained and we smiled and sang and screamed.
I love you. I love this.
This is cross.
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