Today’s expedition to Gloucester, MA merely served to confirm in my mind the lunacy of this entire endeavor known as “cyclocross”. The people who participate in this sport are of an especially insane breed. Take, for example, this guy:
Note carefully the tongue gymnastics. Clearly he has a desire to shorten his tongue by several inches. Not to be outdone by that, these people seem to think that attempts to impale themselves on their seatposts approach an art form. Sadly, Ms. Litka is one of those people, as illustrated by the following:
As if that’s not enough, if going over barriers and experiencing near-death on the saddle isn’t good enough, they repeat it. Multiple times. En masse. Take a look at all of the details on my gallery.
My cyclocross bike should arrive this week. Look out Providence, here I come.








