Well, thats a wrap! The 2014 cyclocross season is in the books, and there is nothing left now but the fond memories of the pain, the crashes, the DNFs and the suffering to keep us warm until spring. Snow fell just in time for the last races of the year at Velocicross. That’s 2 years in a row, we’ve descended into the confused and quiet neighbourhood of Capilano, bundled-up under our lycra and scoffed in the face of winter’s first volley, to race one more time with our squealy canti brakes and skinny knobby tires. To any casual onlooker, it must look astoundingly ridiculous.
But therein is the fun of it all.