(Photos:TravisNeumuller)
Ahh, Cyclocross!... You are the Hacky-Sack of the cycling world. One minute you can be dressed like a hot dog while navigating a tough switchback on your ironically expensive and under-maintained carbon "whip", and less than forty five minutes later you can be sitting on a wall, holding a Vuvuzela, explaining passionately to your girl how the guy on the Cannondale wearing the Bob Marley dreads cut you off right before the last stretch of singletrack...while still comfortably dressed like a hot dog.
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