Friday’s commute meant knee warmers, long sleeved wool and a wind vest,
and even then it felt cold all the way home. Would’ve even worn a
cap if I’d been smart enough to have one in the bag.
But that means it’s getting to be CX season, which has me looking at
photos of muddy folks shouldering bikes and lamenting the lack of
running which I’ve managed over the last month. Because of some
time-frame constraints, the actual racing for me (a dedicated
back-o-the-pack “C”) (which I guess we don’t use anymore, eh?) may be
Here are some photos from the 2005/06 season.