A great piece about racing cross, by the team that brought you The Rules....
http://www.velominati.com/cyclocross/dont-make-me-cross/
I especially liked this quote: "...the appeal of pinning myself to within a whisker of a heart attack, on a bike that is sketchy enough just riding on a flat, smooth surface, on terrain that has no appealing features like corners, descents, roots or rocks, in the middle of winter while wearing a diaper filled with what equates to wet sandpaper."
"To be able to go from a standing start,
after waiting statically for five or ten minutes in sub-zero
temperatures, to sprinting at maximum heart rate, then sustaining it for
an hour is truly impressive. Not only that, but to ride those
inappropriate machines in those crapulous conditions takes a special
character. It’s like someone handed you a bowl of dishwashing liquid and
an apple and told you to knit a cardigan with it. Skinny tyres, drop
bars, shit brakes, off-camber corners, sandpits, fucking running for
gods sake, it’s everything that should be kept well away from each other
thrown into a blender and then force-fed, and you’re expected to give
the thumbs up and a “ooh, that’s delicious” appraisal. It’s fucking
ridiculous."
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