Cyclocross: Drinking on the run
“Cyclocross,” said a spectator wearing a baseball cap declaring DENY EVERYTHING, “is the fine art of drinking on the run.”
Or, in this case, drinking on the bike. Cyclocross season is now in full swing.
In a previous Beer Runner post, a cyclocross racer described the autumnal sport in three words: “Pain, pain, beer.” The race I witnessed on Sunday lived up to the billing, and then some.
Never have I seen an event where spectators played such an integral role. They stood at the peak of a hill — steep enough that riders regularly had to dismount, shoulder their bikes and hoof it — egging on riders with copious amounts of beer, cowbell, insults and even trombones playing every random tune from “Iron Man” to the Super Mario Bros theme.
And as spectators drank up, so did the riders. At every lap the over-enthusiastic fans extended Miller High Life or PBR, most of whom gratefully indulged. I caught some of the festive action in photos.
It was also the inaugural cyclocross race of the season. This means, as my friend Timothy T pointed out, it’s only going to get crazier. Drink up, riders.
















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