The Cross in Fife

I learned something new today, the devil is in the detail!  Well not really today but yesterday at the Cross race.  Simple really, you know what it's like, always a bit of a rush before the race and for some reason pinning the number on is always the most stressful bit! So, I was gutted when someone said, are you number 99?  Moi, eh no, 66 I think you will find, and so it was....my day got off to a bad start, it was upside down. 

So off to the start to ride a warm up lap, well it turned out that the use of the word ride was a lie!  Being circa 17st in mud isn't much good - you sink.  The skinny whippets seemed to be floating as if they were hovercrafts as I impersonated a dreadging craft trying to collect as much mud as I could get.  Farmers would have been proud of the deep furrows I ploughed in the fields.  It was one of those days where I would have been quicker walking than doing track stands every 300m.  I say track stands, that implies that I needed some skill to come to a stand still and stay upright, as on this occassion no skill was required.  Indeed the skill was in keeping moving!  Gordon floated to his best result this year sporting a lovely tan or that could just have been the spray mud.  Karen rocked up, broke her gears riding to the start, borrowed a great mtb and had a fab race, leaving me in her dust.

The pic below is my "clean" bike in the back of the car!  Oh and yes those were white wheels and tyres...  Dundee next week.