Rainy, cold, and lots of mud at Marilla CX.
Perfect, and as Gunnar mentioned at the end of the race, "you were ready to mix it up today, huh?"
Yes, I was. The fitness was there. My balance, not.
Over the barriers for the first time, I got held up by a rider, lost my footing, and subsequently stepped through my front wheel. Snapped the valve stem clean off in the process.
pfffffffffft = no front tire.
360 degrees of wheel and the valve stem hits 180 degrees at just the
right wrong time. What are the odds of that? (edit: it was later pointed out to me that the chances of hitting the valve stem are basically 1/(spoke count). In this case, that would be 1/20 or .05)
So after leading out of the Hill of Death, the flat gave me a nice chance to shoulder the bike, stretch the legs, and run around the course to the pits. In the process, the hoppy beverage in my jersey pocket was pierced by a pedal. Its nectar proceeded to run down the small of my back, through my butt crack, and pool in my chamois. Mmmmm....so much for the anticipated hoppy hand-down. Sorry fans.
Anyway, it was my fault. I was tailgating through the barriers. Lesson learned.
So I changed out the tube. I have no "B" bike. I don't even have an extra set of cross wheels. Managed to stay on the lead lap. Took a beer hand-up at the top of the HOD. Center line every time. Pretty sure the fans loved it. The heckling and cowbell was insane. Thanks fans!

Rode around for awhile until the race was over. Got muddy. Had fun. Smiled a lot and suffered a little. What a great event. Check out JR Petsko's photos
here.
Then to the Halloween party at Spangler Farm, which was off the wall. I was up way too late playing music, and got a blister on my index finger from that beautiful bass.
Sunday dawned sunny. Breakfast at Little Sandy's. A trip down the Big Sandy with the Halloween Crew, and a serving of Big Splat for lunch.
Tired today, but that was one of those weekends you live for.