Charm city weekend is a special weekend. I go outta town, stay in hotels full of interesting boarders, hit up Johnny Rads, hang with the team, friends, dogs, babies, competitors. Eat drink Merriness.
I did get up every once in awhile and make my way about the course, chatting, leaning into the tape and yelling. That's Jim Rock racing, its cool, my aging, I haven't changed to much in the last decade or so, Jimmies, gone from a wee lad to a racing stud. Nipping my heals, putting elbows into me at practice, and dropping the hammer form time to time. So I yell, "nice", "Jrock", and so on.
Seems I tend to be standing by the tape mostly during the masters 35+ race, I know so many of them, and its good racing to follow, all the battles, the top dogs, to the suffering dogs, I like those battles.
the masters are the working class. full of pride, determination, mistake, excuses, speed, smarts,...
I miss the race before mine, the 4's, and the race after. I do like the elite racing, clean, fast,
the personalities
and team mates, chopping away, the Elites.
Just sitting in a quiet hotel, a Sunday 5:30, very quiet, calm, nice weather, a nap done. Kept the room an extra night, headed down to DC to see a band. Then back home. Home.
Kelly Cline got a good one in today,
photo by K.j. Cline
"Charm City CX: Where 3yo's can ride in the sand and Elite Men and Women can't."
the officials let everyone except the Elites ride the sand. I'm not sure why?
its a good sport, I had two great days.
Cheers! dlowe.
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