The Calamity Dance

Sunday’s race at Montrose Harbor delivered like Merckx in the 60’s and 70’s - hard, fast, and unrelenting. John Villena even lived up to the Cannibal moniker by drinking his own blood for most of our race. John is a hardman and earned the win the hard way.

Who set up that course? Turin? Someone please enlighten me. Big props for making it fun as hell. Great use of the lake front features, some super technical spots and the frozen dune was the closest thing to a kicker all season. Again and again the terrain at the harbor provides the foundation for a great race, and three years straight Mother Nature provided the goods to make it a proper cyclocross affair – straight nasty (somewhere in the back of my mind I’m hearing a Fishbone song about nastiness). Am I the only one wondering why there isn’t a mid-season race there in addition to the State Championship? Bring more cross into the city!

I wrapped up the season with a second place, my best finish of the year. I’d been using a special Navy Seal training regime, code named New Born, for the last few weeks to really up my game. It mostly consists of not sleeping for three weeks before a race and bullying your expectations so low that you ignore all better judgment and push yourself into the redzone.

Cyclocross has the best fans. You all rock for sticking around and cheering on COURAGE and the rest of the 4Bs in the freezing cold darkness. Word!