The new ship (aka Job's car) made the voyage up to Theodore Wirth Park and the first year of the Theodore Wirth Park Cross Race. The Asian Express and Blackbeard were the lone SPHers to make the trip as "the Red" was out of town, ole Scraggs was being fitted for his new skirt, and Supa Dave has turned in his orange and green (we won't kick Dave out, but if we happen to stick a tire iron in the spokes... eh), racing for Grumpy's.
The course was made for a mountain biker. Not loaded with rocks and log piles, but adding any bits of singletrack seem to make roadies cringe. And this course had some sweet flowy singletrack.
Of course, we sucked. Which is fine. We also had a blast. The new SS cross machine worked awesome and the green and white Salsa was also sweet for Jobber. The brakes are a bit squeaky, but no worse than lots of other guys.
No team photos from the event, but a covert operative did catch Scraggs in the act of purse shopping. Remember don't wear white after Labor Day.
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