USGP Your Mom

So race reports and all that jazz on the way. For now, some divine secrets of the CO cycling seen.Made the trip down from Ft. Collins to the Bolder 'cross races this past weekend with Timo. The crossoholics showed up in huge numbers to throw down this weekend. both on the bike and on the sidelines. As all the national races do, it gave me a good chance to catch up with the west coast crew and spend some time with a few old friends.I'll get into my own races when i have the mental energy, but i should make note of a few key performances in the mean time. First, Ethan threw down both days to take a step on the box. Someone should probably teach him how to slow down without using the metal fencing as a stopper though. Then in the big boy race, TRJT handed the rest of the U23 field there ass's on a shinny, 17th century, diamond incrusted platter. That guy stepped up his game big time. I don't know what Mr. Anthony was doing this weekend, but he might as well have been standing still as far as results go.With the races in the bag I've been spinning the legs out with style. I threw down on some dirt jumps this afternoon that would have had the one and only T O double D drooling over. Things were certainly sketchy on the 'cross bike. Cracked carbon bars: $150. Tacoed tubies: $1,500. Showing up the wanna be T.J. Lavins on a 'cross bike: priceless. First the BMXers, then the skaters. Is there any one left I'm not cooler than. Honestly now. Basically, my 'cross bike is hotter than your girlfriend.Ethan and Jerome stayed around after the GP's to come look at some schools, so Timo and I walked them around for a while. It was a good chance to catch up with the fat tire crew this time of year. Ethan is pretty much the man, and the kids down the hall all asked if Jerome was a homosexual. Made an appearance at the team cycling meeting this evening to get a feel for how the Ram's do business. Comrade Peter Stetina won the best crash award for the week, and was allowed the honor of laying his John Hancock on the team crash helmet. (And yes, By John Hancock, I do mean Winnie The Poo. Seriously, His signature looks like something off my 2nd grade spelling test. A real cool guy, none the less.)For now, I'm getting my Jason Mraz on in attempt to delay packing up the bike. I'm still a little shook up from my encounter with the side walk this evening in my brief (but glorious) skateboarding expiation. Who knew cracks in the side walk could cause such a projection. I ate it harder then a drunk Troy Wells practicing 'cross dismounts at 2:30 am. Tony Hawk, eat your heart out.