My season was up and down - never felt like a had a really great race, with work stress messing with me. Interestingly enough, I ended up 3rd overall in the race series.
The best part of the series was watching Conor's progress - every ride he got a little more skilled, and a little tougher.
Some random musings on the season...
First of all, I discovered to my horror that I had actually workout my race wheels. I took them into the shop for a pre-season bearing overhaul, and they refused to fix them citing safety concerns. Fortunately I was the recipient of an early birthday present.
Conor has already learned the art of mental warfare, here intimidating the competition by flexing his guns.
Here he is gunning for the finish in Heber on a fine October day.
Here's the result of the best race I've had at Weber - out of 5 races there, I was completely shelled 3 times, flatted out once, and crashed twice.
Here I get the pro treatment by my number 1 supporter:
Conor riding in the state championship at Heber:
The run up was of mountain proportions for the Jrs.
Finally, nothing like a freezing race in a snowstorm with a good crash or two as a rite of passage for a new cyclocrosser.
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