Team Clammy Chamois
I was chastised today for not posting anything lately. Specifically for not posting about Saturday’s Cyclocross race at Weber Fairgrounds. Specifically by Kerry Thurgood.
As I had another less than spectacular showing. I decided that it was time to talk about my baby. My baby is a little ugly, and has been known to offend. Nobody really loves my baby the way I do. People try to keep my baby down, but like The Swayz’ said. “Nobody puts Baby in a corner.” Certainly you’ve realized by now, that my baby is Team Clammy Chamois.
Last season when we borrowed bikes and tried out the exciting world of cyclocross, I entered “Clammy Chamois” as my team when I registered online. I did it strictly out of obnoxiousness. It made me laugh the way a kindergartener laughs when somebody farts. And I was a team of precisely one person. I mentioned to Ryan and Riley that they should join my team. Riley never did because he doesn’t truly love me, and Ryan didn’t because, well…I don’t think he’s ever laughed at a fart. At the time, we talked about having a real team this season. The idea was to have a team housed under the “Lizard Skins” umbrella. There were, at some point, jerseys and shorts designed, and that was all that was said. Next thing I know, Cyclocross season is starting, there’s no team, no jersey’s, and nobody else from the previous season that wanted to race with me. (Can you blame them?) So I did what any right-thinking loner would do. I went on UtahMountainBiking.com and went trolling for friends. I resurrected the “Clammy Chamois” moniker and waited. After a few days, Ryan Hamilton sent me a private message, perhaps because he was too ashamed to let anybody else know what he was doing. The offer of Bratwurst was too tempting and he joined the team. Riley finally relented and joined us. And soon I had recruited the Thurgoods Father and son team.
At the Heber race, I had a not awesome result, but Wes Rasmussen mentioned that he didn’t know what was going on with the Timpanogos Cyclery team, since it’s founding member had broken his collarbone in race #1. He said he would like to join and had two friends, Clay Adair, and Patrick Davis who would too. This made us eight members strong.
Soon after, Wes went over to the dark side when he realized that the Timp Team was in fact happening. For an update on how that’s going for him click here. While your there, check out our team standings. You see, we have a few things going for us.
An awesome team sign:

A Grill full of Sausages:

And Ringers:

You see, the only good that came of Wes betraying us, was that he left his buddies behind. Clay and Pat are sandba……I mean, really fast. The have been in the top five of the C flight since they joined the team. This coupled with Brad Thurgood’s top five finishes in the Junior category, and some level of consistency from Kerry, Hamilton, and myself,=Team Clammy Chamois ranking 13th of 25 in the team competition.
When the team started, I had no intention of being any form of competitive. Other than to show those thugs over at Team UMB that somebody else could put together a team that was more about having fun at the races than actually winning any of said races. But now we’s bonafide.
The best part is having a reason to hang out and shoot the sheezy after the race. It’s like I have friends now. Which is cool.
Thanks guys for making us the number 1 team, number 13 team in Utah.
Mud And Guts on 3!!!!!!
(That’s the team cheer courtesy of Hamilton, awesome huh?!)
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Fun post. Almost thou persuadest me to run through the muck and cold carrying a bike while trying not to puke.
Comment by Paul — November 11, 2009 @ 10:21 am
Tell you what Paul, if you come out, you can borrow my bike and race 35+ C’s. They race after the younger slow, fat, guys.
Comment by Joshua — November 11, 2009 @ 6:21 pm
Bold claims from a guy who says he won’t go to a ‘cross race if he wakes up on a race day and sees snow on the ground…just sayin’…
Comment by Wes Rasmussen — November 13, 2009 @ 2:36 pm
Wes,….Let’s hug it out. For the record everybody, There truly are no hard feelings that Wes left us. We’re not even gonna make him “ink out” his Clammy Chamois tattoo. He is welcome at the grill anytime. Now will you stop calling me a wussy Wes?
Comment by Joshua — November 13, 2009 @ 8:39 pm