An Ode to Cyclocross

Ah, cyclocross. A brutal, unforgiving, intemperate companion. It offers no sanctuary, and no comfort. Only cold, indifferent reality. And yet… And yet, I love it. Indeed, I love it because of its stone-cold phlegmatic apathy. 20 minutes into the 2011 season I was already bleeding from my eyes. My legs, numb and lifeless, spun meaninglessly as […]