Entered my first Cyclocross race last night
Holy cow, cross is fun. I didn't have a bike as of yesterday, until my friend Ben mentioned that he had one in a garage of the house he lived in 2 years ago. It's an old, old mountain bike. It's red steel, splatter painted in black. Aw yeah.
So, I get to work on this thing, removing the front der and two rings, leaving me with a single 48 up front. There's a 7-ring 12-27 in back. I threw on some old Ritchey pedals a buddy has. It must weigh 28 pounds.
I was exhausted, but finished well in front of mid pack so I felt ok. Plus, I beat a lot of doods with fancy-pants 'cross bikes. Got all muddy and scratched up and I'm totally hooked. I firmly believe that while 'cross is super fun, it was created by an evil conspiracy of bike shop owners who can now persuade me that neither my road, mountain, or tri bike is adequate for this, and I need to drop another grand or so on a fourth bike. I'll show them.
Future plans for "The Tank," as it was dubbed last night, include 1.3 inch wheels, a drop bar with an extra wrap (she rides a little stiff!), a new BB, swapped brakes with an old Sora 8 speed STI lever on the right, and a Dukes of Hazard paint job. It could use a new chain and rear derailleur too.
I'm stoked. Any one else ride 'cross?