Then mid 3rd lap – Bang! My rear mech had become clogged with mud and grass and ripped off the frame. This is quite a common occurence in ‘cross but the first time for me. It of course renders the bike completly imovable so I was faced with a long run to the pits to jump on my spare.
Determined not to get another DNF this season I set of at a jog with the bike on my shoulder until a photographer pointed out I was missing the rear wheel! So back I ran, picked up the wheel, ran back past the photographer (see pic – why the hell was I smiling? Do I actualy enjoy this sh*t?), then slogged through mud all the way back to the pits.
So once again a poor result – 23rd place, but a sense of satisfaction that I crossed the finish line.
Cyclocross? Demolition Derby more like. Still love it though. If it wasn’t so hard mentally, physically and mechanically, it’d be a lesser thing if you get what I mean?
Back next week at PORC in Penshurst, probably on my mtb as the cross bike is catistrophically wounded.