Dirty Double Crosser Part Deux

Don’t tell my bishop, but I went to the second day of the Halloween Double Cross Weekend today. 

After the outrageous day yesterday, it was much more subdued today.  Between religious affiliations, Halloween hangovers(Captain Cobourn), and laziness, the numbers suffered a bit. C flight went from seventy some-odd racers yesterday to 33. I had been talked into going despite my financial hesitations by Kerry Thurgood earlier in the week.  With the point system the way it is, just showing up is strategic for us fat guys.  Predictably there were far fewer people today.  I like to think it was only the truly hard-core.  And so we get a little boost in points over those who stayed home. 

Down side to all this strategy, is that those same “hard-core” dudes are, on average, faster than me.  So my 28th place finish yesterday against a field of say….. 74 starters, means I was faster than better than half of them.  Today, my 18th place finish out of 33 puts me on the downhill side statistically.

Still a great day for a race.  Start time for C’s  were a little less brutal because of the time change.  And the rest of the day was beautiful.  Only three Clammy Chamois riders today.  Myself and the Thurgoods.  Brad finished fourth in the juniors, after the”shot out of a cannon” holeshot he got at the start.  This was after he raced with the Men’s C’s where he managed to beat his Dad.  No pictures today because I got lazy. 

Next week’s race is at Weber.  Weber is basically a thorny soccer field.  Flat as a pancake, with equestrian obstacles scattered around.  It favors the roadies and fit guys, so it looks like I’m gonna be hating life.  Oh well. 

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