Without further delay, I present the first patently cycling-related post of this blog (photos of Ro-Ro on his Skuut notwithstanding):
I walked all over the land I hope to use for a cyclocross race–really, event weekend–this coming fall. The photo above gives a beauty-shot peek of the locale at dusk. Purty, ain’t it? Brutal, though, describes any course laid out here: up, really up, down, really down, camber, zig-zag, labyrinth, and maybe a custom bridge so the course can figure 8.
Sigh, it can’t happen soon enough . . . let’s hope it all continues to fall into place.
DAJ
