bottle cross

yesterday i took part in hurls bottle cross at the hobo camp. the course was short. fast. and brutal. the roll out was fast. aaron peterson killed it on the pink 1x1 blasting out of the gate like a time trialist. geno had a sweet sprint start and it was off down the long straight. over the barricades and up the stairs. the run up was the most brutal thing i ran since suicide hill at my high school alumni cross country (foot race!). but this time i had my bike, and some steep sketchy stairs to navigate. crawled to the top and my legs refused to work once back on the bike.

painfully pedaled down a fast gravel road into the run down, or as geno rode it the kinda just slide your bike all over the fucking place and hope you dont die down hill. back on the bike. down the straight and a quick right into the single track, then back onto the start. this made for some interesting racing as i lapped people i had to dodge them were they went into the single track and i continued down to the stairs.

the his and hers Hwoods took their respective wins. were awarded their trophies and the party began.
in the end i dont even know how i finished. all i know was that the racing was super competitive. the course was brutal. the beer was cold. and the entry was one bottled beverage! and the conversation with like minded peoples was amazing.

the Bicycle Jerk go his photos up. check em out.