Hippo, birdie, two eweeeees.
Hippo, birdie, two ewes.
Happy 2nd birthday Mud and Cowbells. Two years ago I started this thing as a means to sort of track my road to going to Masters 'Cross Worlds. It then morphed into lots of other things...mainly my rants on the three part teeter totter of life.
But more importantly than my vantage point on the scene, I learned a lot about YOU. How you share the same exact passion I do for the sport of the changing leaves. The mud. The equipment. The style. The skill and technique. The constant craving to be smoother. The improvements you make week after week in your local cycling league.
a) ...have not completed a 'cross.
b) ...should reconsider your racing and with whom you are racing.
From Portland to Boston to Bay Area to Georgia to Belgium, I get to hear from you all. Your stories and comments, observations and tubular fetishes. I relish it. And it is such an instrumental part of how I want to give back in my way to this community of, by and large, the coolest people I have met in my last 37 years. Readership is up and it still blows me out of the water how many of you stop by every day to digitally say hello.
This season is officially almost over folks. I can not wait to meet many of you in Kansas City! We will have beers. There will be talk of cross and we will geek it together. But we know that the planning, day dreaming and lusting for the leaves to change for our season is an all-year activity for us. I know how you think. And I love it.
Thanks to you all for reading my crappy blog. I'll keep trying my best.