GLAHSTAR!

Well, the pilgrimage to the motherland of cross exceeded my expectations.  Kaos, the boy, and I loaded up the Jetta and drove to Beverly...Mass, that is.  College Friends.  Cyclocross.

Best view ever

A large mid-Atlantic presence loomed around the vastly improved course.  Perhaps improvements could be attributed to the weather, but I think it was more than that.  Much of the course remained the same:  power section that parallels the beach; nasty run up;  off-camber chicanes.  All there.  The flyover proved a solid addition which reportedly reduced one stricken B woman to tears.

Whose kid is this?

I can't pin it down.  Was it lining up with 111 women?  Seeing my fellow 45+ ladies from the MAC at the line? Running into Mega at registration? My college buddies coming to cheer me on and revel in their perspective of our weekly craziness?  The boy's stellar performance?  Coconut Hot Chocolate?

Saturday's winner: 4 time Swiss Champ Christian Hot...I mean Heule

Who knows? Who cares?

My camp instructor J. Pow beats Heule and Field to the top of the blasted run up

Will I go back?  You bet. So will these converts.  You've got to get them while their young.

Jimmy Rock and his MAC rival Zack taunt racers from above

Some more weird scenes:

WTF?

The boy seems to be a podium magnet. 

A tricky turn indeed

Bad Andy, lulling his rivals into a false sense of security with a momentary lapse of bad assness