These guys make a cool long-sleeved black t-shirt. I’m hoping they show up at Fair Hill this coming weekend.

http://www.eastcoastcross.com/

So far, every ‘cross race has taught me something. Something about me, my body, my mind or about my gear. Yesterday I learned why we spend good money to buy the nice cycling shorts.

It’s because the cheapies chafe. Ouch.

This here is a big “word up” to Fatmarc for his defense of the pride sprint. I’ve been there. I was there this weekend, as a matter of fact. He skipped Highland park but I was there, racing my one gear on a course completely twigged for k-kunk gearies. At the end of my last lap, I hit the pavement knowing full well I was thoroughly mid-pack, no contender for podium or points, but I knew I had a guy about 15 yards behind me and I was looking at 100 yards of flat pave before the finish. I spun my 38×18 right up as fast as I could go, trying to get ahead of him. About 60 yards later I see him out of the corner of my eye. Wind another couple RPMs onto the pedals but he keeps coming. At the line it was him by half a wheel. We were racing for 20th place. A pride sprint? Well… yeah. But mostly just a hell of a lot of fun.