Sheesh! I upgraded my hard drive and *whoosh* all my passwords vanished. I couldn't remember mine so I re-registered but under the new identity I couldn't post. I figured I was gone for good but out of the dark recesses of my brain the password popped up and here I am.

Cross season is here and my team mates and I are hitting some good ones-- Boulder Cup this weekend, Cincy, Louisville, Tulsa, Dallas then nationals in January. Already did Trek CXC and Jingle Cross.
Not that I'm even near the pointy end of the race but I love the CX scene and have fun even being pack-fill.

So a certain person, who swore me to secrecy so he shall remain nameless, provided the biggest laugh of the season.

At Trek CXC a ton of the Euro pros were there to use the race as a warm up for the World Cup in LasVegas plus it was a C-1 race so they had reason to take it serious. Sven, now retired, was putting on a CX clinic on Friday and everyone was sack jawed just seeing him, plus his Fidea team was there in full force. We were awestruck and acting like kids in a candy store.

After our races on Sunday the un-named person had changed into shorts and a tee shirt and was riding his bike back from the pit. In the middle of the parking lot with nothing within ten feet of him, and at two miles an hour he tries to dismount but gets his cargo shorts tangled up in the saddle and ends up in an ignominious heap.

While still on the ground he looked up and there is Sven Nys and three or four other Fidea guys.
Sven cocked his head and asked, "Are you alright?"
"My pride is destroyed but I'm OK."

I had tears in my eyes when he was telling me that story. No doubt the Belgians were secretly laughing, "No wonder we slaughter the Americans, goofballs can't get across a parking lot intact."
Crashing right in front of the king of cyclocross... priceless!