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7.08.2018

more ice '18!

       photo: Jules Benson
       photo: Mike Festa
                                   photo: Anne Rock
        photo: Jules Benson





I put Anne's card up on our mantel, next to a photo I took of the Belmont tree many winters ago, and the little cowbell I don't remember what race I picked it up at.
Long live the spirit!

Cheers!,
it is time to train, clean, focus, the fall will soon be here,
And a big hug to  everyone, everything I get outta cycling, cyclocross, and riding in philly.
dlowe.

7.01.2018

a Sterling Pig

Sitting on some step, to some old building, leaving a big sweaty ass print,  I pointed, "see that old guy, with, the stars and stripes, on his kit"
with some fellow cyclist friends,
explaining
He was in my race.
and that, seemed more than enough for me.
not how I did, or how I corned the 2nd corner.

I chatted it up with Curtis Southern, chacthing up, I took it all in as he told me how it went down
at road nationals, and crit nationals, and how it went  for him this year.
and He does plan to go for it CX nationals, the 60+ age group,  the man's fassst.
I've raced him a bunch, mostly getting my ass kicked.

there has to be a Kinship,
to our beloved sport
What I need, from it,
I need to make grow.
There are lifer cx racers,
and Cat's that just want to win a prize, and be done with it.
and a ebb
a tide, sometimes driven by excitement, inclusion, popularity,
I can't stop racing,
and riding
and anyway, I just like to listen and talk racing with peeps
I like riding
with friends, and strangers, chatting it up, and always being surprised about something
how they got into cycling,
or that they had a pal that raced in the tour




I made my way to the "beer garden"  a nice, low-down, bit of plastic fence, to signify,
who's in to drink and who can't,
and sat at a round wood table, maybe pulled up from the storage room of the old building
with my vanished ass print on it's step.
a while by myself,
then with a couple of friends,
a townie that when he could, grab my ear and tell my something of grand importance of himself.
I watched the race go by,
and a friend do a good warm up for racing.
I had a second beer, two slices of pizza,
a nap when I got home,
and dreams of how'd if I played it a just bit different,
I'd of won that day.

with that I'd say, the Media Hometown Cycling Classic, is that.

Cheers!
dlowe