That's right, for the 4th time this season GMC struck down with fuurrious anger upon those who futilely attempted to poison and destroy his legs.
The 2008 CX provs. were held, like the preceding series, on top of Africville - though a baselayer of ice underlaying an inch of slushy mud effectively made it a different course. The freezing rain also helped in the 'new challenges' dept. Most of CSD has been indoors, feet all kicked back an' shit (aka - doing the school thing), so we were a bit nervous as we watched TNB roll up. We decided then and there that there was just NO WAY we could race in legwarmers and henceforth busted out the most scalding warming oil we had between us.
Sitting on the line the atmosphere (in contrast to the actual atmosphere) of the race was one of the best all season long. TT da Don was on the mic as master of ceremony all day long, and we ourselves supplied the soundtrack to the brutality. Belliveau, hawkin' his mow, rolled up in full force with Stewart Wight, hoping to steal our stacks away to Moncton. Thankfully, in this tough ecomonic climate, such dreams were crushed - into smithereens. I actually got the holeshot, but quickly was blown to the back of the pack by Mac-10, G-Money, Beli, and, uh, a few more. The triad of quadruple-diget wattage would increase their lead as the day wore on, lapping most of the pack by the last lap. G-Money snagged the top spot by a bit more than a minute over Mac-10, who was 20 seconds up on Tim Armstrong. A battle for the scraps ensued between myself, GOT, and the Young Gun - sorting itself out in that order. Enid ate the women's field for brunch, though she was it for Graller representation as Corporal Gray was recovering after taking a few hollows last week. Unfortunately Quadz was recovering from his organizing career and decided to join the ranks of the cow-bellers rather than the field. With cross not exactly a sprinter's event, we can empathize with him.
We've gotta rep the awesome volunteers who made it happen, from the Big Man to Comissaire Neil, and also the awesome cheering section. DTB, Daryl, JB (and the rest) - you guys were fuckin' great; a straight up orchestra of cow-belling. The interested reader is referred to Stewart et al., 2008, for an indepth report from the angle of the volunteers and cheerleaders. We've co-opted some of their sick pictures, but make sure you watch their video, Jeezy says "it's the realest".
What's next for ya crew? Well, looking ahead all I can see is a landscape of partying, snowboarding, exam writing... and of course the almighty Winter Bike League series of training rides; Sunday mornings too heavyweight for Evander Holyfield. Make no mistake, they'll be detailed right here...
-'Chops
