This isn't me and I don't think it is GBN either...
I have entered a series of mountain bike races taking place over the winter called the Slush Cup. I think I may be rather stupid to expect anything other than mud, cold feet, a wet arse and numb extremities...
The first race is a time trial this weekend. We will be racing against the clock to see who starts in which group for the first proper race in a couple of weeks. The idea is to minimise the inevitable chaos of having 400 people start a race at the same time by putting the fast guys at the front and the slow ones at the back. I am hoping to be somewhere in the middle, but I suppose I'll just have to wait and see how it goes...
There are 7 races in total, each one lasting 1 hour plus one lap so a maximum of about 1 hour 20 minutes per race. The last race is at the end of February in Sorø with the others spaced neatly through the rest of the long, cold, wet, dark winter. MK is planning on coming along with the boys for the first one, we'll have to wait and see if that is enough spectating for them.
Mud implies temperatures above freezing - is this just a dream?
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that little boys still love mud.
Will I see a race?
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You can if you want. There is a race on the 22nd November but circumsatances may get in the way of that one...
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't me and I've hardly been back on the bike since the crunch.
ReplyDeleteIf I'd fallen that way perhaps less damage??
Can't see the pleasure in getting some muddy slush up the crack but I suppose it takes all sorts!
gbn