So, picture this: I’m pumped, ready to tackle some cyclocross action, only to end up feeling like a deflated tire. Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly the glorious day on two wheels I envisioned.
First off, I roll up to the venue, feeling a bit conspicuous with my trusty mountain bike amidst the sleek cyclocross rigs. No biggie, I figure, just gonna check out the course before registering. And what a “course” it was…flatter than a pancake! Seriously, the most uninspiring cyclocross terrain I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Undeterred, I head over to register, feeling the competitive spirit rising. But then, bam! The official throws me a curveball. “License, please?” he inquires, eyeing my mountain bike with suspicion. Now, licenses and I aren’t exactly BFFs, and apparently, neither were they with him. Turns out, he hadn’t bothered asking anyone else, but hey, lucky me, right?
“No thanks, I’ll just watch,” I mumble, deflation setting in faster than a popped inner tube. My heart sank faster than a lead weight in that nonexistent cyclocross terrain. So there I was, watching the actual race, feeling like a spectator on the sidelines of my own adventure.
Yeah, you could say it sucked. But hey, at least I got a story out of it, right? And maybe a reminder to check license requirements before rolling up to future races, mountain bike or not.
Here’s to future adventures, hopefully with less flattened spirits and more exciting courses!
Boneshakerbike 
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