Rainier

In the continued effort to wear new and improving threads at each weekend's Portland World Championship, I think I may have set the bar a little too high..



Slate over at Rapha set me up with a broad selection of the finest bike threads that have graced my haggard and atrophied body. Typically I would say "bike costume" because that's how I sometimes felt parading around like a clown in day-glow Easter colors, so it was quite refreshing to be logo-free, not to mention warm, yet cool, sexy, yet understated, and functional all at the same time.

As I sat on the start line for the 3rd race of the series resplended in marino Sportwool, I wondered...who is going to gift me a win today?



One of the best courses I've race on, ever, most of the Rainier High 'cross route was grass. Dry fast grass, lots of coasting, broad turns, and a pretty big hill for a cyclocross course. Despite being tired from riding too much on the rare sunny afternoons that came our way earlier in the week, and not sleeping from too much work and a distressed baby at night, the race wasn't too hard and I could sag-climb the hill each lap, stay under LT, and just enjoy the twisties on the way down. A few new guys were riding at the front, which was cool, but I missed the opportunity to light up the Caveman in a sprint finish when, after riding in a gentleman's agreement for the last two laps, he flatted near the finish.

Its like Christmas in October.

We're off to the pumpkin patch for photos like you see in the place holders of new picture frames.

I think on Wednesday I'm going to talk about this new team I've built and how to help the litany of athletes who seem to have forgotten how to market themselves (or communicate, in general).