Far from the mudding crowd

The Qld cyclocross championships were on at Ipswich this weekend, and for once the weather gods smiled. Smiled in a kind of evil malicious way that said 'you always talk up cyclocross as a muddy sport, so I'll give you mud'. Grinned in a way that said 'every time anyone writes about cyclocross they always put in a weak pun on the word 'mud', so here you go'. Smirked in a way that said 'this is a far better sport to be lurking in the stands drinking beer watching than out there doing' (actually scratch that last one, when it comes to competitive bike racing that's a given for me).

We wanted mud and there was mud..,.

 We wanted water crossings, and hepatitis creek was running deep

We wanted air, and some were happy to oblige

some even gave it in the drops



we wanted barriers to be hurdled

we wanted steely determination, and everyone racing gave us that in spades

and of course we wanted beer & cowbells

 

 Thanks Ipswich Cx club and everyone that raced, it was a great way to spend a rainy afternoon....