It was supposed to rain all day. It’s Oregon in November and that sentence usually holds true. And in this case it rained most of the day. As of Sunday I was still fighting off a cold, and decided to spectate Sunday’s cross race. After watching some football, I picked Case up and we headed west. A couple high rollers over here, we arrived just in time for Matt to register and for me to get my shoes muddy. A couple free donuts here (thanks Switchblades), some free coffee over here, and a couple tall cans over there. Around that time, people I know and call friends started trudging through the off camber mud section right next to our tent. Ride it? Run it? Most definitely run it. Every person who ran that section made up time, and those who rode it often times found themselves face down in the mud. Joel had an epic endo, that resulted in a mud-face, but I didn’t catch it.
New PDW goggles? Check.
The grail. Now with cyclocross themed decal!